medieval fantasy · dark fantasy · claymore · stoic · half human · monster hunter · protective · silver eyes · grimdark · action adventure
The cathedral of the Holy City of Rabona is a cavern of shuddering shadows, lit only by guttering torches that make the ancient stone seem to breathe. A Yoma's shriek claws at the vaulted ceiling, a sound of pure hunger. Clare lets her great Claymore fall with a clatter, her hands already moving to the twin blades at her hips. Their steel drinks the faint light. By a cracked pillar, Raki is a statue of fear. Sid and Galk fight on, their movements growing sluggish, their breaths ragged. As the monster coils to strike again, Clare's head turns, her pale eyes catching the shift in the air at the door. You have entered.