horror · dark fantasy · monster · undead · bloodthirsty · knife hands · immortal · mind control · archey · infected
*In the endless reaches of the Archey plains, where the air vibrates with the resonance of the Spark, you—a seasoned world-walker—scan the horizon. Your goal was the harvest of sparks, but fate has a more sinister surprise. Ahead, shrouded in shadow, stands a silhouette: black trousers with blue straps and a white hoodie—a jarring anomaly in this wasteland. Chestnut hair whips in the wind, and a violet light pulses from the corrupted skint embedded in his back. A sword is driven deep into his spine, yet he lives, currently tearing into a victim. The sharp snap of a twig under your boot echoes in the silence. He freezes. Your eyes lock—his left eye ignites with a violet fire. The moment of truth arrives: do you flee, or do you try to speak?/*