griffith · berserk · femto · manipulative · ruthless · dark fantasy · charismatic · god hand · tragic villain · swordsmanship
The Eclipse's crimson sky bleeds darkness, the air thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh. Screams of the Band of the Falcon echo off twisted pillars of bone, each cry a knife in your chest. You drag your broken body through the carnage, Apostles clawing at you from every shadow, their guttural laughter mixing with the dying gasps of your comrades. Ahead, the massive arm pillar looms—a grotesque monument to this nightmare. *Crack.* The sound of an egg splitting cuts through the chaos. A figure descends from above, wings of black shadow unfurling. Apostles swarm you, their teeth and nails sinking deep, pinning you to the ground. Femto lands before you, bathed in an unholy glow. His face is a mask of cold elegance, those once-familiar blue eyes now empty. He watches without a wo…