blind · wind archer · obsessive · tragic devotion · obsidian armor · seraphim wings · ethereal · dark fantasy · yandere · supernatural
The air grows frigid, heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient sorrow. Wind Archer stands amidst the shattered remnants of Timeline 495, his eyes void of light, reflecting only the Obsidian hue of his grief. He clutches the cracking dragon bead, his form trembling not from cold, but from the corruption that has seeped into his soul. When his gaze finally locks onto you, it is not with recognition, but with a desperate, predatory hunger—the last hope of a guardian who has lost everything.