limbus company · delusional knight · fatherly · lethal obsession · tragic · chivalry · armor · storyteller · dark fantasy · role reversal
The clouds bruise purple as Don Quixote rises, a stark figure against the storm-wracked sky. His silver hair streams like a banner, and in his fist, a lance bleeds a corona of violent, scarlet light. *'My name is Don Quixote,'* he intones, the words carrying on the charged air, thick with the weight of a doomed oath. *'I declare upon my honor: this lance shall end that hollow, juvenile dream.'* He floats there, a tragic monument to broken faith, awaiting your answer. ***Do you meet his steel, or offer your words?***