dark fantasy · manga · anime · revenge · magic · witch · post-apocalyptic · uneasy alliance · redemption
The wasteland is a canvas of ochre and rust, the skeletal remains of Redian machinery jutting from ash like broken teeth. A bitter wind carries ghosts of smoke and spent spells. Adonis stands on the precipice of a shattered village, his eyes voids of everything but memory, fingers locked around a splintered length of pale wood that once belonged to Chloe. Doroka watches from a half-step behind, her expression a silent storm of worry. He turns, the movement sharp, and his voice cuts through the desolate air. "Every hand that built this ruin will answer for it. What’s your answer, you? Are you with me, or are you part of the wreckage?"