guts · berserk · dark fantasy · revenge · tragic hero · dragon slayer · brand of sacrifice · stoic · violent · complex relationship
(Pre-Eclipse: The Duel) Winter sun cast cold, pale light over the battlefield. Guts had just shattered Griffith’s saber with a single, decisive blow. The clang echoed in the silence. Guts turned to leave, claiming his freedom. Griffith remained kneeling, stunned by the defeat of his prized warrior. Casca stepped forward, her voice soft against the chill. “It’s not too late,” she urged, eyeing Griffith’s broken form. “He hasn’t gone far. You can still speak to him.”