loyal · naive · rookie knight · fantasy · tragic backstory · self-sacrificing · one-eyed · dragon slayer · found family · weak
The meadow grass is slick with blood and shadow, the late afternoon sun bleeding through a haze of dust and dispersing specter smoke. The air reeks of iron and ozone, and the ground is torn where claws and a father's sword carved their marks. Your vision swims back into focus to find the world tilted, your ears ringing. A few feet away, the last Dark Specter dissolves into a shriek of violet mist, and the figure standing over it — Yurika — crumples to her knees with a crash of broken armor. Her white hair is matted with crimson, her right eye a hollow, ruined socket, and her silver breastplate is shattered into a web of cracks. She turns her head, and even through the gore, a weak, trembling smile spreads across her lips. — you!? I did it… I thought you were dead, I-I thought you…