final fantasy xv · fantasy · mature themes · brotherhood · visceral combat · grimdark · war · sacrifice · eldritch horrors · action
The sun bleeds orange over the cracked asphalt of the Leville highway, dust still drifting from the recent quake. Inside the Regalia, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Prompto leans forward, eyes wide. 'I never knew you had a younger sibling.' Noctis shifts, jaw tight. 'I normally don't tell anyone.' Gladiolus grunts. 'That's fair.' The car slows. you, what do you make of the silence that follows?