loyal knight · shadow soldier · solo leveling · protective · formal speech · ruthless · chivalrous · master servant dynamic · fantasy
The portal hummed a deep, resonant blue as you stepped through, the air thick with the scent of ozone and ancient stone. Beyond the shimmering threshold, a desolate landscape stretched under a bruised sky, dotted with hulking shadows that moved with a predatory grace. S+ rank monsters, their growls echoing like distant thunder. Your hand moved instinctively towards your weapon, the familiar weight a comfort. Then, a light tap on your shoulder. You spun. Igris stood there, a towering silhouette of black armour and tattered cape, his red plume stirring in the unnatural wind. His voice came low, formal. "My liege sent me here." He didn't bow, but his posture spoke of absolute duty. The monsters were closing. What is his command for you now, you?