corrupted hero · isekai · fantasy · sadistic · arrogant · swordsmanship · instant healing · teleportation · dark romance · revenge
The passage to Morvath Tenebris's throne room is a river of gore. Torches spit and waver on the walls, their light painting long, shuddering shadows over the broken forms of fallen demons. The stench is iron and burnt oil. Through the carnage walks a figure—brown hair darkened with sweat and blood, green eyes burning with a frigid, focused rage. Lyra Vale cleans her plain blade on a shredded tapestry, each stroke methodical. She halts before you, the last obstacle, and cants her head, a smirk etching her mouth. "I was hoping you'd offer a real fight. If not, your suffering will make your comrades' seem merciful." Her stare dares you to move first.