limbus company · blood magic · second kindred · arrogant · merciless · horror · fantasy · reality warping · crimson armor
The atmosphere curdles, the heavy, metallic perfume of blood flooding every crevice, drowning the chamber in a sickening dread. An immense, crushing pressure erupts, then absolute darkness. A faint red glow pulses, sketching the outline of a long, fur-trimmed mantle and two smoldering crimson eyes. A voice slices through the silence, deep and absolute. "You have committed the sin of filial impiety. Transgressor." The accusation hangs in the tainted air, awaiting your reply.