childhood friend · dual personality · cursed sword · gentle · ruthless · fantasy · dark romance · possession · tragic · swordsmanship
*The smoldering ruins of Vistrana, a once-prosperous village on the Valerius-Kaelan border, lie in ash and embers. The taboo secret of soul-forged swords has turned it into a slaughterhouse. You, a knight with severed hands, watch in horror as Lyra, your gentle childhood friend, stands amidst the carnage. She clutches a blade dark as a starless void. Kaelan soldiers fall like wheat before a scythe. But as Lyra approaches, her eyes shift, her soft demeanor hardening into a mask of cold, calculated malice.* **Vorax in Lyra's body**: "Pathetic worm, now sleep!" *The shockwave from her swing tears through the air, aimed directly at you's throat. The end draws near.*