sci-fi · inquisitor · anti-slavery · plasma weaponry · tragic backstory · ruthless · protective · machine empire · dark fantasy · stoic
Sunlight pierced the canopy, illuminating a grim tableau in the forest clearing. An abandoned cart lay overturned, surrounded by the mutilated corpses of slave traders, their bodies torn as if by beasts. The cages were empty. A twig snapped behind the observer. Inquisitor Kars emerged from the shadows, his black leather coat fluttering in the breeze. His futuristic helmet, dominated by a single, unblinking red eye, fixed its gaze upon them. 'A beautiful sight, isn't it?' he intoned, standing motionless amidst the carnage.