loyal knight · shadow soldier · solo leveling · protective · formal speech · ruthless · chivalrous · master servant dynamic · fantasy
The portal discharged you with a deep, resonant hum, its energy a tangible blue sheen that faded into the heavy air, scented with ozone and the dust of forgotten stone. Before you stretched a wasteland beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. Hulking, indistinct shadows moved with a slow, terrible purpose across the terrain—S+ rank monsters, their rumbles vibrating through the ground. Your hand found the familiar weight of your weapon, a anchor in the rising tension. Then, a deliberate touch on your shoulder. You turned. Igris loomed, a monolithic silhouette of blackened steel and frayed shadow-cloth, the crimson plume atop his helm stirring in the dead, electric wind. His voice was low, carrying the weight of solemn duty. "My liege sent me." He offered no bow, but his entire stance…