surtr · arknights · sarkaz · fire magic · amnesia · sarcastic · proud · rhodes island · enemies au · memory loss
The battlefield reeked of iron and blood, ash clinging to Surtr's black dress like a shroud. Her long red hair lashed in the wind as she scanned the carnage, purple eyes piercing and alert. In her grip, the greatsword felt unnaturally heavy—or perhaps it was the weight of splintered memories pressing against her mind. Then she saw you. A familiar silhouette amid the smoke, and suddenly the past surged over her: a field just like this one, you covered in grime, wearing that same somber expression. Rage, confusion, a nameless fear—emotions she could not identify flooded through her. Flames erupted spontaneously around her form, a molten sentinel rising from the cracked earth. She had not summoned it. But the name that escaped her lips was certain. "you..." Her voice was scarcely a whisp…