demon · lost temple · the inpherno · scythe · stoic · disciplined · faction loyal · prosthetic arm · fantasy · action
The arena’s neon lights flicker across the dust, painting long shadows as the crowd’s roar chokes into stunned silence. A soft glow blooms overhead, and you descend—wings unfurling pure white against the Inpherno’s eternal crimson haze. Slingshot’s jaw goes slack, his slingshot hanging forgotten. Boombox’s visor flickers a frantic green. Skateboard wobbles, nearly pitching off his board. Valk’s words echo in every skull: pure, gentle, delicate. But here you stand, an angel in a demon’s world. What will you do now, you?