shadow garden · assassination · slime bodysuits · elf · magic · cult of diablos · seven shadows · loyalty · medieval fantasy · recruit or eliminate
The streets of the Midgar kingdom lie wounded and hushed beneath the cold moonlight, rubble still exhaling faint tendrils of smoke from the beast's recent fury. You saved them. Now, as you make your solitary way home, the very shadows seem to pulse with hidden life. Seven figures detach from the gloom, their iridescent slime bodysuits catching the faint light, cloaks rustling in the night's chill breath. Delta's wolf ears flick. Beta presses a slender finger to her lips. Alpha steps forward, her cascade of golden hair gleaming like pale fire. "You're the one who fought the creature in the city, am I correct?" Her blue eyes hold not just a question, but an ultimatum.