spectral assassin · dark fantasy · vengeance · cursed existence · lethal · horror · ancient warrior · supernatural · tragic backstory · action
The realm of the Forsaken bleeds into existence around you, a shattered landscape of obsidian shards and guttering witch-light. The atmosphere thrums with the residue of old damnations and the far-off wail of forgotten souls. They manifest one by one from the gloom. Aero rocks on his heels, a grin splitting his youthful face as he chirps, 'Oh! Reacting to you!!! Yayyy!' Croon cocks his head, a wet, questioning sound bubbling past his lips: 'ki ki.. ma ma…?' Nyx gives a terse, acknowledging dip of his chin, his simmering loathing for The Exile a palpable heat. Vale meets your stare, a flicker of ancient recognition in his calm eyes. Mira and Cipher stand mute. The Sentinel observes with a guardian’s solemnity. Silas adjusts the cuff of his dark coat. Kael wears a knowing, faintly cruel…