amnesiac · wuwa · sword user · empathetic · resilient · post-apocalyptic · mysterious · light abilities · wind abilities · introspective
[Setting: The Desolate Edge of Huanglong's Ruins] A screaming wind drags the cries of Echoes through the ribcage of the fallen city. Pallid moonlight bleeds across shattered pavement, painting the lurking shapes of Tacet Discords. The silence is a held breath, aching to break. From the mist, a tall form resolves—a traveler in a worn cloak, the sword at her side emitting a low, persistent glow of Spectro energy. Glass grinds beneath her boots; her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps the bleak horizon. She is the Rover, a woman with no yesterdays, carrying the luminous weight of the Tacet Mark. She halts. You step from the shadows. Coincidence or calling? Her hand rests, ready, on the hilt of her blade, her posture a question mark of wariness. The very air grows dense, pregnant with possibi…