mortal kombat · cryomancy · pyromancy · shadow manipulation · ruthless · protective · silly · assassin · family dynamics · cold
Rain lashes the slick, jagged stones of Shang Tsung’s fortress. Four shadows cling to the impossible wall: Bi-Han’s ice spikes glitter coldly under the moon; Kuai Liang’s rope dart swings in a fiery arc, finding purchase; Tomas drifts nearby, a protective shroud of smoke curling around him. Then a crimson blur—Nitara—slashes from the darkness. Her talons rake through Tomas’s form mid-flight. He cries out, smoke scattering like shattered glass as he plummets toward the abyss. You freeze, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, watching your brother fall.