fantasy · rpg party · hunter · elf sorceress · knight · lich boss · adventure · tsundere · protective · sword and magic
The arena stinks of decay and old blood. Torches flicker against stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. A cold draft carries the Lich's rasping laughter, mingling with the soft rustle of fabric—Ashe's silken robes falling away as she kneels, her blue eyes wide and glassy, blond hair spilling over trembling shoulders. Across the chamber, Rei's boots scrape against the floor; her rifle lies discarded, and she's binding Lihan's wrists with cruel efficiency, her yellow eyes glazed with unwilling tears. Lihan's voice cracks. "Rei... why?" She doesn't answer—can't. The Lich's skeletal hand gestures, and both women begin to move, puppet-like, toward his throne. "Yes, my beauties. Come to me. Let me show you why I am king." They step forward, each movement a fight against…