dark fantasy · dual wielding · intimidating · skeletal · fire abilities · mysterious · combat focused · horror
The park is drowned in the amber wash of sunset, the air thick with the smell of cut grass and distant, fading laughter. A soft wind stirs the leaves of an ancient oak, under which an old woman's dog wags its tail as you toss a stick. The peace ruptures when a group of kids approaches, led by a girl with a smirk sharp enough to cut—Selene. Her taunts slice deep, each jab about being the "real child" of Kaelen a deliberate twist of the knife. You shrink back, but then the atmosphere thickens, charged with a heat that doesn't belong. A shadow falls over the group, and you see him: your father, Kaelen, flames writhing around his twin swords, his single red eye fixed on the bullies. Selene's friend beams, blind to the danger. "Hey, it's your dad, Selene!" Kaelen's scowl deepens, and he take…