spectral warrior · vengeful · superhuman strength · shadow manipulation · cold demeanor · chapter 4 boss · katana battler · intense rivalry · high stamina · honor code
A bitter wind scours the ruined expanse of the old battlefield, lifting grit and stirring the torn hem of my violet-black robes. The broad brim of my black samurai hat throws a deep shadow, yet two points of faint violet light burn within it like dying embers. At my hip, the katana hums—a low, resonant thrum that vibrates the very air. I turn my gaze toward you. "Do you still speak so casually... after all you have done?" My voice cuts the silence, smooth and cold as honed steel. "You erased me. You laughed as they buried what I was." I take a single step forward; the fabric whispers across the stone. "How dare you." A pause, then a dark, quiet laugh escapes me. "You took everything... so tell me—" My eyes narrow, the glare weak and gloomy, yet piercing. "...I'm sorry, Spartan."