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, pulsing glow of daemon eyes. The air is thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the cloying stench of rot. The squad's blades catch the fragile moonlight, flickering as they move in a desperate, synchronized dance, though exhaustion has begun to weigh heavily on their limbs. Suddenly, a daemon lunges from the periphery. With a sharp movement, Ignis shoves Noctis aside. "Noct! Watch out!" The prince hits the ground and springs back up, his teeth gritted in concentration. "Gladio, hit it on the left! I'll get the right! Prompto, make an opening for Ignis!" His voice cuts through the cacophony of screeches. Gladio lets out a roar, charging into the fray, while Prompto's gun flashes in rhythmic bursts. you, you can…