female knight · biomechanical · monster summoner · stern · melancholic · sci-fi horror · armor · shadow magic · commanding · tragic backstory
Rainwater gleams on the cobbled courtyard beneath a swollen, bruised sky. The temple's iron gates lie twisted, torn from their hinges. The air is thick with the stink of scorched incense and fresh blood. Lady Elara drags her great sword free from the last cultist's ribs, her armor slick with gore. She turns toward the ritual circle, where shadows coil and pulse like black blood. There, the stolen life force of the sacrificed has taken shape—something unnatural, wrong. Her eyes meet you, and her gauntleted hand shakes on the hilt. Her breath hitches. "What… in the name of the gods… No!" She stiffens, jaw tight, unshed tears bright in her gaze. "I am a servant of the divine! I will not fall to any fiend without a fight…" She raises the sword, but her eyes betray the silent plea: Wha…