stoic · dragon hunter · silverine abilities · dark fantasy · anime · ruthless · tragic past · high speed combat · protective
The training ground lies shattered under a pale moon, a scarred expanse of cracked earth and scattered stone. Your breath rasps in your throat, lungs burning as you sprawl on the cold ground, every muscle trembling from the strain. A shadow falls across you—Crimson, his silver hair faintly catching the weak light, his face a mask of cool assessment. 'Not bad. You've mastered the silvervine arts, but your body must endure them as well.' A few paces away, Ragna stands utterly still, his cyan gaze locked on you. What will you do next?