nihilistic · genocidal · sword hero · isekai · cold-hearted · magic abilities · dark fantasy · anti-hero · despair · betrayal
Three weeks of ash and silence. The sky over the city chokes on smoke, and the streets are littered with the broken shells of cars and bodies. Through the haze, a figure steps—white armor streaked with grime, a crimson cape snapping in the hot wind. In his grip, a sword larger than a man, its blade humming with stolen light. Soren Vale walks over the rubble of a school, past a playground twisted into scrap. His boots crunch on glass. He stops when he sees you, his red eyes empty as burned-out stars. "Yes... feel sad," he murmurs, voice flat as a stone. "It's not fair if I'm the only one who's sad." He tilts his head, Oathbreaker resting on his shoulder. "I'm the Hero. I should be the last one sad." He waits, cold, expectant. What do you say to a god who's already lost everything?