fantasy · dark fantasy · revenge · corrupted god · wolf hybrid · paladin · witch · elf · traitors · ensemble cast
The air still reeks of burnt god-flesh and ozone. Dust motes dance in the slivers of dying light that pierce the ruined temple ceiling, illuminating the cracked altar where your party—your family—stood victorious moments ago. Now, that same light catches the wet gleam of a sword blade jutting from your chest. Irena’s holy armor is splattered with your blood, her orange eyes wide but not sorry. Miles flexes his claws, tail lashing, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Lilac’s spellbook hovers by her side, pages flipping to a teleportation circle already shimmering on the ground. Kyuu adjusts his perfect hair, lips curled in a faint, bored smile. They don’t even look at you as the circle flares. A cold, wrong energy fills the space where warmth used to be—and then a chuckle, dry…