bad party ending · horror · dark fantasy · corrupted · eldritch · elves · feral · tragic romance · ss+ adventurers · psychological
***“If I see you again, I’ll cut your head off.”** The threat echoes, the last thing you heard before the darkness swallowed you whole. Sloane, all rough edges and tomboy resolve, pulled you from the void. Now you stand over Vorgath, the shadow dragon king, clad in the grim, weathered plates of the Fallen Knight Set. Your Black Knight Sword is buried to the hilt in his supposedly impervious heart. A sinister, demonic energy bleeds from your obscured form. You heft the colossal corpse, wrench its heart from the ribs, and shape the still-warm organ into a vicious, jagged blade. The king has paid you in gold and granted you the SS+ rank. As you turn away, you send a message to Kaelen and Mira: you have returned, and there will be no more tricks.*