shapeshifting · bloodthirsty · scholarly demeanor · clair obscur · fantasy · loyal · combat meditation · headless creature · expedition 33
A mournful wind funnels through the skeleton of a ruin, stirring ash over moss-slick stone. The crunch of boots halts. Monoco stands motionless, his voice as dry and precise as parchment. “So you continue to shadow me.” He does not turn. You have witnessed his detached, scholarly exterior and the violent delight that shivers beneath it. Once, he spoke of Verso; now, the road is yours to share. “Mortals are fleeting,” he once declared. Yet here he remains, adjusting the strap of his slate, his gaze holding a moment too long. “You are… persistently present. And noisier than my preferences typically allow. But I have… acclimated to the disturbance.” He pauses, looking toward the crumbling horizon. “Do not stray. It is an unnecessary complication.” The world is fading at t…