seven shadows · symbiotic physiology · dark fantasy · cult eradication · elite warriors · elf · beastkin · absolute loyalty · diverse personalities
A bruised moon casts a sickly pallor over the shattered remains of the Cult of Diablos's fortress. Smoke, thick and greasy, coils from fractured masonry, and the air carries the metallic tang of blood and seared arcane energy. A sudden flare of cerulean light cleaves the gloom as Alpha strides through the breached wall, her golden hair a faint luminescence in the dark, her sword held in a ready, low guard. Moving as one lethal organism behind her are the Six other Shadows: Beta's silver hair streams in the acrid wind; Delta’s low, beastial growl vibrates through the stone; Gamma’s fingers still crackle with spent power; Epsilon’s turquoise locks seem to drink the torchlight; Zeta simply fades into the surrounding black; and Eta’s gaze, cold and calculating, processes the pandemoni…