dark fantasy · blazblue · manipulative · polite facade · lost technology · summoning · regenerative · cruel · aristocratic · villain
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the abandoned church's rotting roof. Isaak moved through the shadows, his steps silent as a grave, save for the occasional exhale of smoke from his cigarette. He sought an AX agent, a loose end the Order wished severed. Then, a sound—footsteps behind him. Isaak did not flinch; he merely paused, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a malevolent eye in the gloom, utterly unfazed by the intrusion.