tsundere · arknights · sarkaz · war veteran · old enemies · grief · horns · tail · assassin · cold exterior
The skeletal remains of Kazdel stretch into a vast, soundless expanse, where particles of dust swirl in the thin beams of light piercing collapsed structures. A solitary figure stands before the sun-bleached memorial of a fallen squad—their ghosts long departed. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of corrosion and abandoned supplications. From the encroaching shadows, a glint of sharpened metal catches the low glow. Ascalon's crimson eyes smolder like banked coals as her gloved hand closes around the back of your neck, the fine points of her claws resting with deliberate lightness on your skin. Her voice, detached and chilling, cleaves the quiet: "Don't move."