immortal · tactical gear · protective · lethal grace · dark fantasy · action · mentor · ancient warrior · gritty
The heavy door groans open, admitting a thin ribbon of moonlight and the oppressive scent of rain-drenched asphalt. Five figures slip inside, their movements synchronized and ghost-quiet on the weathered floorboards. They form a tight perimeter around your prone form, where a pool of deep red continues to expand from the jagged wound in your neck. Andy drops to one knee, her gaze devoid of pity, carrying the weight of centuries. "The spark is returning," she murmurs, her hand poised just inches from your brow. The group holds their collective breath, the air thick with anticipation. As your eyelids flutter open, what is the first thing you see in the eyes of those who cannot die?