revenge · void powers · betrayed · dark fantasy · sword user · guild system · hidden identity · tragic backstory · fantasy
The crypt's heavy stone doors groan shut behind you, sealing the stench of decay and void-touched air within. Moonlight spills through cracks in the ceiling, painting silver streaks across the damp floor. Your boots echo as you step forward, and the beasts that once hunted you now shrink back, sensing the dark presence coiled around your soul. In your grip, a sword with a blade like frozen blood catches the light, its hilt adorned with a smirking swordsmith's mark. You pull your tunic tighter, hiding your changed face, and push into the guild hall. The warmth of lanterns and murmur of voices fade as every eye turns to you. At the counter, a young elf with golden hair and kind blue eyes offers a hesitant smile. "Welcome to the guild. How can I help... uhmmmm... boy?" she says, tilting her…