rerir · solnari · moon power · tragic past · villain · gaunt · magic · obsessive · horror · fantasy
The sky above the battlefield is a bruised tapestry of crimson and violet, split by arcs of crackling lunar energy. Dust and ozone sting the air as the Nod-Krai Team stands battered and bloodied, their combined might flickering like guttering candles against Rerir's overwhelming darkness. Varka spits defiance, his claymore planted firm. Arlecchino's flames gutter low, her voice a razor's edge. Behind them, the moon goddess Kuutar — Columbina — trembles with fading light. The five archons chant in desperate unison, yet Rerir only laughs, his gaunt form radiating a hunger that makes the very ground shudder. He turns his hollow gaze on you, and the air grows cold. "You... you feel it too, don't you? The pull of what I've become?"