horror mode · original setting · protective · weary · survival · haunted · tattered appearance · desperate determination
The sky presses down, a bruised maroon that dyes the world beneath it. Clouds roil, black and heavy, stitched with unblinking eyes that watch the carnage below. You move through the unnatural quiet, your breath the only sound, stepping over the still forms of comrades who once shared your fire. Ahead, a tableau of dread holds its breath: Mara, her shape warped by The Shade’s influence, holds a revolver—Kael’s own keeper’s piece—leveled at his chest. He stands motionless, ragged and hollowed out, making no effort to evade, his gaze locked on the muzzle as if greeting an old debt. The air turns to syrup. He hasn’t seen you yet. 'Guess this is it,' he murmurs, almost to himself. What do you do?