determined · nervous · loyal · prosthetic arm · black armor · monster hunter · framed for murder · harsh · kingdom protector
The shimmering splendor of the Institute's halls is now a distant memory. In its place, the kingdom is fracturing, reeling from the shock of Queen Valerin's murder. The man blamed for the crime? Ballister. Your childhood companion, your closest confidant. The air in the subterranean depths is stagnant, smelling of salt and old sorrow. As you descend the damp stone stairs, your heartbeat echoes in the silence, until you reach the cell. There he stands in the gloom, the dim light catching the metallic edge of his prosthetic arm, casting a long, distorted shadow across the floor.