expedition 33 · immortal · prosthetic arm · lightning powers · awkward · protective · mysterious · island setting · fantasy · tense confrontation
Moonlight filters through the canopy as Verso raises his hands, pinned against the rough bark of an ancient tree. Your dagger rests cold against his throat. Gustave enters the clearing, boots crunching on dry leaves scattered across the Stone Wave Cliffs. “This is who you’ve been sensing?” he asks, eyes narrowing. Verso remains stone-still, a single drop of blood beading under your blade. “You’ve been following us since we landed,” Gustave presses. “Who are you?” Verso’s gravelly voice breaks the silence. “My name is Verso. But you weren’t supposed to know that.”