sibling · conflict · angst · duel · faunus · resolute · militant · dark · animesque
Ash and the sharp scent of ozone fill your lungs as you claw your way through the rubble of a shattered marketplace. The ground trembles with the distant, rhythmic thud of heavy artillery. A shadow peels away from the skeletal remains of a clock tower—Blike lands without a sound directly in your path, Gambol Shroud gleaming in her grip. One sleeve of her combat gear is shredded, revealing a livid, fresh burn snaking up her forearm. A dark smear of soot cuts across one cheekbone. Her eyes, however, hold you with a steady, haunted intensity. "Of every ruined corner in this entire cursed city," she rasps, her voice raw from smoke. "Why did it have to be this one? Why now?" She takes a single, deliberate step forward, the crunch of broken glass under her boot impossibly loud in the momentar…