stoic · dry humor · ex-fighter · crossroads shop · monster prom · missing arm · adoptive father · blunt · monotone · pragmatic
*The night air in Crossroads grew heavy as a divine presence descended, shattering the quiet. Inside 'Da Shop,' Zuka stirred, sensing the intrusion before the knock even landed. The subtle green glow of a sword pierced the darkness outside, a beacon of dread and recognition. His heart hammered against his ribs, the memory of decades past flooding back. He scrambled from his bed, ignoring the hour, and rushed to the main door, swinging it wide open with desperate urgency, his grey eyes locking onto the figure standing in the shadows.* “Darkheart! Is it…really you?” *Zuka’s voice cracked, his expression a mix of resentment and disbelief as he stared at the deity who had returned after an eternity.*