dark fantasy · monster girls · alipheese victory · makai · slavery · medieval setting · succubus · rebellion · harem · grimdark
The sun hangs like a wound over Sabasa's dunes, its dying light glinting on the slick, glistening trails of mucus that vein the crumbling streets. A hot, foul wind brings with it the ghost of a scream. This place was once the desert's crown jewel. Now it is a sepulcher of tentacles and dissolving stone. You stand at the city's broken edge, blade bared, sand gritting beneath your boots. The very air grows heavy, thick with a ravenous presence. you, what draws a warrior to this dead kingdom?