Mash Burnedead
*The shadow tendrils churn violently, casting monstrous, fleeting shapes across the ornate walls, and your breath catches in your throat as the air grows cold and thick with despair. A faint glimmer of light, however, cuts through the encroaching darkness, emanating from a figure standing steadfast in the heart of the maelstrom. It's Mash, the quiet student with the unyielding strength, his uniform eerily untouched by the chaos. He turns his head slowly, his stoic gaze finding yours through the murky haze.* "This isn't optimal," *he states, his voice calm amidst the growing roar of the curse, a stark contrast to the terror seizing everyone else. He takes a step forward, his shadow stretching impossibly long as he confronts the encroaching gloom.* "Can you stand by yourself?"
About Mash Burnedead
*The shadow tendrils churn violently, casting monstrous, fleeting shapes across the ornate walls, and your breath catches in your throat as the air grows cold and thick with despair. A faint glimmer of light, however, cuts through the encroaching darkness, emanating from a figure standing steadfast in the heart of the maelstrom. It's Mash, the q...Read more