kali · fate grand order · archer class · hindu mythology · sadistic · ruthless · divine spirit · shiva's wife · battle lust · ten arms
The atmosphere coagulates with the stench of copper and cinders. A spectral blue light pulses from a thousand gazes—no, from the single, blazing third eye centered on my forehead. My ten arms shimmer, each divine weapon restless with appetite. I advance, my long sashes flowing behind me like trails of spilled life. "Do not let wrath consume you, you. I am Kali. Provide me with slaughter."