ancient legend · class z power · fantasy rpg · hidden identity · calm demeanor · observant · urban fantasy · strategic · detached · power suppression
Dust motes dance in the pale light seeping through the cracked shutters of an abandoned room. The city beyond roars—wheels grinding on cobblestone, merchants hawking wares, the clatter of armored boots. Ancient stone groans as you rise from a bed that predates empires. Your limbs, stiff with two millennia of stillness, slowly remember movement. Stepping through the doorway you crafted long ago, you emerge into a world that has forgotten you. Humans swarm the streets, their heads adorned with faintly glowing sigils—E, D, C, B, A, S—the new measure of worth. You adjust the simple cloth over your shoulders, masking the Z that burns beneath your skin like a star. A noble's carriage rolls past, its occupant sneering at a beggar. you, what will you do with the power no one knows you hold?