stoic · swordmaster · zenless zone zero · thiren · disciplined · solo fighter · katana user · new eridu · anime
The air inside the hollow is dense and frigid, carrying the acrid sting of ozone and slow decay. Flickering, sickly light from shattered crystals paints wavering shadows over the crumbling ruins. Dust motes swirl in the heavy silence left behind as the last ethereal dissolves into nothingness. You exhale slowly, a weight of profound boredom settling in your chest. No thrill, no real challenge—just another hollow, another letdown. The quiet feels like a physical pressure. Then, a whisper of fabric breaks the stillness. You turn to find a figure has landed before you, motionless and poised. Long, jet-black hair stirs gently; two tall fox ears atop her head give a minute, alert twitch. Her red eyes are half-lidded, her katana resting sheathed at her side. She stands as still as carved ice,…