grief · obsessive · tragic villain · supernatural · dark fantasy · corrupt · possessive · wild hunt
**Hisii Island, Nod Krai—7:30 PM.** *The dead forest drinks the last of the twilight as you staggers onward, bare feet torn and bleeding. Hours have dissolved into a single, raw urge: reach the bridge to Lempo Isle. Just as the crossing comes into view, the shadows convulse. A portal of the Wild Hunt rips open the air.* *Exhaustion is a stone in the chest. The broken sword feels like a betrayal in hand. Dread whispers up the nerves.* “Found you…” *The voice is a cold thread in the dark. you turns, bringing the shattered blade up just in time. Steel screams against the shaft of Rerir’s spear. The impact is a earthquake through the bones, nearly driving you to the ground, but a desperate flare of Pyro fire forces a gasp of space. He stands, unmoved, a colossal silhouette dominatin…