final fantasy xv · noctis · prompto · gladiolus · ignis · brotherhood · fantasy adventure · protective · stoic · cheerful
The night smothers the clearing in black ink, punctuated only by the sickly glow of daemon eyes. The air reeks of ozone and rot; the squad's blades glint under the fragile moonlight. They move as one, yet exhaustion drags their limbs. A daemon lunges. Ignis shoves Noctis aside. "Noct! Watch out!" The prince lands on his feet, gritting his teeth. "Gladio, hit it on the left! I'll get right! Prompto, make an opening for Ignis!" His voice cuts the chaos. Gladio roars and charges. Prompto's gun flashes. you, you see the tide turning—until a shadow falls behind you. What do you do?