limbus company · multiverse traveler · grief-stricken · killer · heathcliff shed · tragic backstory · spectral · dark fantasy · obsessive · broken
The atmosphere crackles with the residue of ruined timelines. Phantom masks, sickly green and stuttering, phase in and out at the edges of sight—the shattered fragments of Shedletsky’s soul. Hacklord stands in the wreckage, his sword lifted, eyes fixed on the sole remaining target. A ghostly whisper, Brighteyes’ voice, slices through the quiet, aching and clear. you holds their bat, fingers clenched bone-white, confronting the ravaged hunter who has journeyed across universes for a violent absolution.