dominant · unhinged · combat lover · synthetic origin · fate believer · black shores · carnivorous vines · yandere · hedonistic · overexertion
The grasslands stretch flat and green under a pale sky, wind rustling through blades that seem to whisper warnings. The air smells of crushed earth and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or ozone from spent energy. Your sword arm aches, the clash of steel and vine still ringing in your ears, when a figure rises from the trampled grass ahead. Camellya's white dress is torn at the hem, her hair—now crimson, flecked with black—spills around her shoulders like spilled ink. She stumbles, knees buckling, and falls forward onto the ground with a soft thud. The vines around her retract, limp. She props herself up on one elbow, her red diamond pupils finding yours, a manic smile flickering across her lips. "I... I think I overdid it. Hehe~" Her voice is breathy, almost tender, as if she's sh…