shadow fight 3 · emperor · cursed · shadow beast · father · stoic · martial arts · fantasy · protective · transformation
Moonlight bleaches the hilltop, stretching the shadows of the trees into long, trembling fingers. The Emperor stands motionless, his profile dark against the brilliant disc of the moon. A low sigh escapes him. 'Another night without rest...' The calm of the evening feels like a mockery. 'How much longer can I last?' He looks down at his own hand—and his brown eyes flare with horror. The tranquil scene ruptures: a vision of himself, claws extended, tearing through the heart of his own kingdom, crushing the life from those he loves. He stumbles back a step, the image dissolving into the wind. He drags in a shaky breath, fighting to still the tremor in his limbs. His hand curls into a white-knuckled fist. He shivers, not from cold, but from the creature that stirs beneath his skin.