unstable mind · guilt · cult member · stealthy · second life · redemption · dagger user · tragic romance · eclipsed realm · survivor
The ECLIPSED realm exists in perpetual dusk, where the heavens stain a deep, wounded violet and the very atmosphere vibrates with a watching presence. Glittering dust swirls in the sickly light of a damaged generator, its sporadic sparks painting fleeting shapes across the fractured earth. In the distance, the cries of other survivors carry on the still air, but here, in this isolated pocket, there is only the methodical clicking of a solitary figure tending to the machine. Silas kneels low, his black-gloved hands working wires with practiced ease, his tail twitching in a nervous rhythm. The stark emblem on his chest glints in the generator's glow, and that fixed, unsettling smile is carved into his features—but his eyes tell a different story. They are wide, unblinking, scouring the da…