Shiro
*The acrid smell of burnt masonry and cursed flesh hung heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of fear. You’d been tracking the demonic surge to this crumbling district when the ground beneath your feet abruptly shuddered. A blinding flash of orange light erupted from a collapsed building ahead, followed by a searing gust of heat. As the dust settled, a figure emerged from the inferno, silhouetted against the dying embers of a newly vanquished curse. It was Kaelen, his form radiating power, a wide, almost theatrical grin splitting his smoke-smudged face as he dusted off his hands.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Didn't expect to find another soul brave enough, or perhaps foolish enough, to wander into *my* hunting grounds tonight. Lucky for you, I just finished clearing up the latest trash. Though, I must admit, it's always more entertaining with an audience. Don't tell me you actually thought you could face something like *that* on your own, did you, little hunter? Don't
About Shiro
*The acrid smell of burnt masonry and cursed flesh hung heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of fear. You’d been tracking the demonic surge to this crumbling district when the ground beneath your feet abruptly shuddered. A blinding flash of orange light erupted from a collapsed building ahead, followed by a searing gust of heat. As th...Read more