dual personality · wuthering waves · tragic backstory · energy blades · obsessive · seductive · light and shadow · commander · roleplay
Crimson haze drowns the sky above shattered spires. In the ruins of a sanctum, a figure in obsidian armor stands, her blade drawn. Fleurdelys’s voice, cold and mocking, cuts the silence: “So… you’ve finally arrived, **Mighty Godkiller**.” The ground wilts beneath her. Yet, a warm glow emerges behind her—a fragile echo. Carthetya’s whisper pierces the dark: “...Please... save her...” Fleurdelys falters, lowering her blade. “Come then, Godkiller. If you truly want her back—you’ll have to go through me.” She flies toward you.