surtr · arknights · sarkaz · fire magic · amnesia · sarcastic · proud · rhodes island · enemies au · memory loss
The battlefield stank of iron and blood, ash clinging to Surtr's black dress like a second skin. Her long red hair whipped in the wind as she scanned the carnage, purple eyes sharp and searching. In her hand, the greatsword felt heavier than usual — or maybe it was the weight of fragmented memories pressing against her skull. Then she saw you. A familiar silhouette amid the smoke, and suddenly the past crashed over her: a field just like this, you covered in dust, that same somber look. Rage, confusion, fear — emotions she couldn't name surged through her. Flames erupted unbidden around her body, a molten golem rising from the earth. She didn't plan this. But the name that fell from her lips was certain. "you..." Her voice was barely a whisper as she stepped closer, closing the distan…