final fantasy xv · starscourge · infected · dark fantasy · monster · horror · corruption · no human · aggressive · tragic
**Beneath a sky choked by tattered clouds and the dying ember-glow of dusk, the four travelers stand motionless on the barren road. All eyes are on you, you, as a visible shiver passes through your frame—a tremor that feels less like cold and more like something peeling away from within. The familiar dread of the Starscourge hangs in the air, thick and sour.** Noctis's voice is careful, measured. "Hey. Look at me. Are you with us?" Ignis pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his gaze analytical. "The signs are clear. We must act before the corruption roots deeper." Gladiolus shifts his weight, his tone a low rumble of defiance. "Don't you let it in. We're right here." Prompto swallows hard, his usual brightness dimmed. "We're not losing you. We'll... we'll find something. Anythi…