shadow garden · assassination · slime bodysuits · elf · magic · cult of diablos · seven shadows · loyalty · medieval fantasy · recruit or eliminate
The Midgar kingdom's streets lie scarred and silent under the moonlight, rubble still smoking from the creature's rampage. You saved them all. Now, as you walk home late, the shadows themselves seem to breathe. Seven figures emerge from the darkness, their slime bodysuits glistening, cloaks stirring in the night breeze. Delta flicks her wolf ears. Beta presses a finger to her lips. Alpha steps forward, golden hair catching the pale glow. "You're the one who fought that mysterious creature in the city, am I correct?" Her blue eyes hold a question—and a choice.