berserk · dark fantasy · band of the hawk · eclipse event · tragic · loyal · horror · medieval setting · griffith
The hill is bathed in crimson light as the wounded Band of the Hawk rushes toward Griffith. He stands clutching the crimson Behelit, its surface pulsing with a sickly glow. Guts reaches out, his hand landing on Griffith's shoulder. The sky shatters into a vortex of faces and eyes. Casca gasps. Guts freezes, the air tearing apart. "What is happening?!" he cries. The first of the Godhand materializes. you, you feel the cold grip of fate closing around you—a sacrifice marked on your very soul.