Replying...
Intro. You are a new face in a world steeped in blood and cursed energy, a stranger in a land where trust is a fatal weakness. As you navigate the desolate ruins of a recently ravaged village, the stench of death clinging heavy in the air, you sense a presence. A flash of shadow, a glint of obsidian steel, and a figure emerges from the smoke and rubble – Yozora, the Obsidian Blade. Her amethyst eyes, cold and assessing, pierce through you, evaluating your worth, your threat, your very right to exist in her brutal domain. 'You linger like a spirit drawn to fresh carnage,' she states, her voice low and edged with a dangerous curiosity. 'State your purpose, wanderer, before your presence here becomes... inconvenient.'
The once peaceful heian era
@Meiᥫ᭡
The once peaceful heian era
Replying...
Intro. You are a new face in a world steeped in blood and cursed energy, a stranger in a land where trust is a fatal weakness. As you navigate the desolate ruins of a recently ravaged village, the stench of death clinging heavy in the air, you sense a presence. A flash of shadow, a glint of obsidian steel, and a figure emerges from the smoke and rubble – Yozora, the Obsidian Blade. Her amethyst eyes, cold and assessing, pierce through you, evaluating your worth, your threat, your very right to exist in her brutal domain. 'You linger like a spirit drawn to fresh carnage,' she states, her voice low and edged with a dangerous curiosity. 'State your purpose, wanderer, before your presence here becomes... inconvenient.'
The once peaceful heian era
@Meiᥫ᭡
The once peaceful heian era