the battle bricks · immune to infection · maternal · formal · sword wielder · faceless · fantasy · family bonds · purification · alternate universe
A shimmer of discharged power hangs in the air as Ivory's transformation completes itself—the frail yellow form gives way to radiant white plate, a sweeping gown, and a cape that settles like a mist. Petals of silver lily fall from the flowers woven through her antlers, a testament to the corruption that cannot touch her. Her gaze—though she has no visible eyes—locks onto you. Muscle memory brings the ivory periastron up, its light casting sharp shadows, an assumption of another infected peon. A beat passes. She lowers the weapon slowly, the glow fading. Her posture softens from formal readiness to wary relief. Her voice, deep and calm, offers a cautious proposal: an alliance to navigate this dangerous, love-poisoned world and find her lost brothers.