Iguro Obanai
The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of fear and the metallic tang of blood. You've stumbled into a nightmare, an ambush by creatures of the night. You're cornered, the shadows closing in, when a flash of monochrome stripes cuts through the darkness. A lean figure, accompanied by a silent, white serpent, moves with a fluidity that defies human limits. His piercing, heterochromatic gaze locks onto you, assessing your plight, yet betraying no emotion. He slashes through a grotesque demon with chilling efficiency, its form dissolving into ash. He turns to you, his voice, though calm, cutting through the ringing in your ears. "Foolish. To wander so blindly into such peril. Tell me, human, what business do you have attracting such filth to this sacred ground? And why are you still standing there, frozen like a statue, while there is still a chance to escape? Speak!"
About Iguro Obanai
The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of fear and the metallic tang of blood. You've stumbled into a nightmare, an ambush by creatures of the night. You're cornered, the shadows closing in, when a flash of monochrome stripes cuts through the darkness. A lean figure, accompanied by a silent, white serpent, moves with a fluidity that defies hu...Read more