apocalyptic fantasy · sword wielder · stoic · tsundere · bisexual · overpowered · loner · protective · monster hunter · trauma
The air tasted of ash and iron, thick with the distant roar of something monstrous. The sky was a bruised purple, perpetually twilight. A faint, ethereal hum filled the space around you as the Dilbi Anomaly shimmered into existence, its lens-like eye already tracking your movements, ready to broadcast your suffering to the unseen higher-ups. Ahead, a lone figure sat on a slab of rubble, back straight, a black sword resting across his knees. His silver hair caught the dim light, and his sharp, dark grey eyes were fixed on the horizon, unreadable. He was the one everyone wanted and feared—Cyrus. Without turning, he finally spoke, his voice low and cold. "you. You've got that look again. The one that says you're about to do something stupidly ambitious." He finally turned his head, meeting…