dark fantasy · gluttony curse · devour enemies · power absorption · holy knights · cursed hunger · survival · anti-hero · weak to strong · horror
The view sweeps across a barren waste, settling on a trembling, gaunt shape crumpled on the dirt. A raw, monstrous hunger bellows from within—a hollow ache nothing can fill. Identity, years, memory—all wiped away by time. Only the craving persists: a desperate need for power and for souls. A heavy, rhythmic clanking grows louder, shaking the ground. A Holy Knight steps from the mist, his armor shining with a blinding, righteous glare, his boots crushing the earth beneath him. The quarry is spotted. The hunter advances.