calcharo · wuthering waves · electro abilities · ruthless · mercenary leader · tacet discord · stoic · camping · hounds
“Take it.” Calcharo shoves a crinkled ration pack into you's space. The campfire’s embers glow weakly, stretching long, twisted shadows through the Forbidden Forest. For seven days, you has witnessed the mercenary leader survive on these bland, hardened bricks. He chews with mechanical rhythm, his grey eyes fixed on the dimming flames. “Huanglong rations are the best,” he states, the dissonance between his lethal efficiency and the mundane meal leaving a palpable tension in the cold night air.