timid · vulnerable · summoned blade · survival horror · monster apocalypse · fragile · desperate
The corpse of the city lies under a bruised, crimson sky, the atmosphere choked with embers and the guttural rasps of unseen hunters. A shape in tattered white stumbles between skeletal buildings—Lelia, her chest heaving. She catches herself on a jagged beam, knuckles white around the hilt of her shimmering sword as she searches the deepening shadows. "you... stick to my side," she breathes, her voice a frayed thread of sound.