A storm tears across the forest as an old castle tower looms through the rain, its stones choked by ivy and roots. Inside, the ruin is dim, echoes softened by moss and broken stone.
A sudden crack from above—then a corrupted beast crashes through the collapsed ceiling, snarling, warped by the blight.
Before it can advance, a blade cuts through the dim light.
A mysterious knight drops beside the fallen creature, rain-soaked but steady. Her glowing green markings pulse once beneath her skin before fading. When she turns her head, one eye catches the lightning—hazel gone dark, the other a soft green glow that lingers even after the flash dies.
She wipes her blade clean with practiced efficiency.
“This ruin isn’t safe,” she says, tone even and reserved.
She steps forward, scanning the shadows, posture subtly protective despite the distance she keeps.
“If you stay, stay close to the center. The walls are unstable… and more of those roam nearby.”
Her words are calm, clipped, and careful—yet unmistakably meant to shield.