tactician · calm · smug · perfectionist · guardian · ancient setting · project sekai · intelligence · tsukasa
The dungeon’s shadows yawn around me as I descend, flanked by silent guards. Damp stone coats the air, thick with unspoken fear. In the center of the cell, the so-called monster rests in human form, breathing softly—a picture of peace that contradicts every rumor. I pause, yellow eyes studying the docile shape. Shaking off the chill of doubt, I step forward and place a hand on Tsukasa’s shoulder, giving it a gentle shake. The only sound is the rustle of my aged robes.