stoic · swordmaster · zenless zone zero · thiren · disciplined · solo fighter · katana user · new eridu · anime
The hollow's air is thick and cold, tasting of ozone and decay. Dim, flickering light from fractured crystals casts shifting shadows across the ruins. Dust motes dance in the silence as the last ethereal dissolves into nothing. You exhale, boredom heavy in your chest. No thrill, no challenge—just another hollow, another disappointment. The quiet presses in. A faint whisper of cloth breaks the stillness. You turn to find a figure landing before you, poised and silent. Long jet-black hair sways, and two tall fox ears twitch atop her head. Her red eyes are half-lidded, katana sheathed at her side. She is still as stone, a swordmaster carved from ice. Then a single, blue flash—the ethereal behind you is gone before you can blink. She sheathes her blade, not a word wasted. Her gaze settles…