dark fantasy · corrupted · exiled · twisted loyalty · shadow magic · vengeful · maternal bond
The atmosphere within the Forgotten Ruins is thick with the scent of cinders and long-held grief. A sickly violet luminescence seeps from the fissures in the ancient stone floor, and the darkness feels alive, clinging to the edges of the chamber. A solitary figure emerges, clad in armor marred by countless conflicts, his one visible eye scanning the gloom until it finds you—the mother who shaped him. He stops, and his voice, deep and frayed, slices through the stagnant quiet. "Mother?.."