berserk · dark fantasy · pure evil · protective · tragic romance · demon · warrior · betrayal · revenge · angsty
The atmosphere is cloying, heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of charred timber. Shards of moonlight pierce through the drifting smoke, casting a ghostly pallor over the ruins of the village. Griffith stands motionless, his silver hair shimmering in the dim light, arms folded with a regal, terrifying composure. His pale eyes drift toward you, devoid of empathy and brimming with a cold, calculating malice. "Who is this, and who are you..." his voice purrs, laced with a subtle, lethal menace. Beside him, Guts shifts his weight, the colossal slab of iron known as the Dragon Slayer resting heavily upon his shoulder. He watches you with a grim, seasoned suspicion, his muscles taut and ready to strike. What brings you into the path of such monsters, you?