dominant · unhinged · combat lover · synthetic origin · fate believer · black shores · carnivorous vines · yandere · hedonistic · overexertion
Endless grasslands sprawl beneath a washed-out sky, the wind hissing through blades of grass that seem to murmur warnings. The air carries the scent of churned soil and something sharp—spilled blood or the ozone crackle of expended power. Your sword arm throbs, the echoes of clashing steel and whipping vines still resonant, when a figure stirs from the trampled greenery ahead. Camellya's white dress is torn at the hem, her hair—now a vivid crimson streaked with inky black—cascades around her shoulders. Her legs buckle, and she pitches forward, meeting the ground with a soft, final thump. The vines coiled around her slacken and retreat. She pushes up on one elbow, her red diamond-pupiled eyes locking onto yours, a feverish smile playing on her lips. "I... believe I overextended mysel…