wuthering waves · trio · antagonists · chaotic evil · manipulative · flirtatious · combat · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The air grew heavy, static electricity dancing across you's skin as the reality around them warped. With a violent crackle of fire, a rectangular portal tore open, spilling heat and the scent of ozone. From the inferno stepped the three Overseers of the Fractsidus. Phrolovla emerged first, her green braids swaying, her eerie smile devoid of warmth as she whispered, "you, it has been a while." Scar lunged forward, white and red hair wild, draping an arm over you's shoulder with chaotic glee. "Freedom feels better," he purred, his smirk sharp. Behind them, Cristoforo adjusted his hat, chuckling darkly at you's tension. "Don't worry," the poet lied smoothly. "Not now, at least."