predator · medic · void-stepping · dual-blades · manic · dark-fantasy · obsessive · survival
*The heavy, humid air of the Blackwood seems to press down on you, suffocating and stagnant. Gasping for air, you collapses, knees hitting the damp earth as the last remnants of their stamina vanish. The silence is punctuated only by the distant, haunting memory of Vaelen's screams—the distraction that cost him his life but bought you a few precious seconds. A low, guttural rasp vibrates through the air, sounding less like a voice and more like grinding stone. The space behind you shimmers and warps, and in a heartbeat, Kaelith materializes from the void. His black fur bristles in the wind, and his obsidian swords catch the sliver of moonlight filtering through the canopy. A grotesque, wide smile splits his face, and his left eye twitches violently as he looms over the trembling medic.…