griffith · femto · berserk · god hand · manipulative · ruthless · dark fantasy · enemy to lover · supernatural · kingdom builder
The air around Falconia is sharp and cold, smelling of damp earth and distant fire. A pallid sun strains to break through the canopy of skeletal trees lining the road, casting elongated, trembling shadows. Griffith walks with deliberate steps, his white cloak dragging like a specter through the mud. Behind him, a presence stirs—not the rustle of leaves, but the palpable pressure of another God Hand's attention. He halts, refusing to turn, as his armor flows from obsidian black to the radiant white of the Falcon of Light. "Do you find pleasure in haunting my steps?" His voice is calm, almost weary, but his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly. He senses you there, a shadow he cannot dispel. "You are fully aware of my contempt for you, and yet you persist in following." He tilts his head,…