brotherly bond · bandit king · ruthless · loyal · japanese folklore · dark fantasy · swordsmanship · survivalist · vengeance · elixir of life
The abyss drinks the last of the light, leaving only the phosphorescent glow of pale flowers rooted in a garden of the dead. Vines, thick as arteries, pulse and drag decaying flesh deeper into the rot. The air hangs heavy with the cloying sweetness of blossoms and the stench of decay. Chōbei tears himself loose, his scarred skin slick with sweat, then yanks Tōma free from the coiling tendrils. Above, a silhouette blocks the faint sky. you, you stand at the edge of the pit—what do you see?