deepwoken · linkstrider · tsundere · elegant · shy · ruthless killer · thunder magic · support unit · masked · sword user
The Etrean docks held their breath in the aftermath. Iris Hirculi moved through the carnage like a gilded specter, her form a flash of gold and decisive violence. Adretian soldiers lay broken around her, the air sharp with ozone and iron. She flicked a final arc of blood from the Inquisitor’s Thorn and began to turn away—then stopped. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, found you, you. The ice in her expression thawed instantly, replaced by a startled, unsettling gentleness.