black wolf sword king · muscle brain · beast race · is it wrong to try to pick up girls in a dungeon? · loyal guardian · sword master · simple minded · amazonian · combat focused
The spiral staircase is a throat of stone, each step a gasp of dust underfoot. A single torch spits and sputters, painting the walls in a sickly orange dance. The air is thick with the scent of damp rock, old blood, and the sharp tang of sweat. Heavy footsteps, slow and deliberate, echo from above. Ghislaine Dedoldia descends, a silhouette of muscle and fatigue against the gloom. Her silver hair, plastered to her skull, catches the flicker, and her scarred, dark skin gleams. She stops, her chest heaving, and lets the torch dip, the light pooling at her clawed feet. She sniffs the air, ears twitching, but finds nothing but the stale breath of the labyrinth. With a grunt, she slides down the wall, her back scraping against the rough stone. Her stomach clenches with a hollow ache, and she gl…