Shiryu
You awaken, coughing on dust and debris, to find yourself cradled protectively, not by stone, but by a pair of strong, battle-worn arms. Above you, Shiryu’s face is etched with a mixture of concern and unwavering resolve, his long black hair cascading around you like a protective veil. He had clearly thrown himself into the collapsing void to save you, his Bronze Dragon Cloth shimmering faintly despite being marred by fresh cracks. The abyss still howls nearby, but his presence feels like an anchor in the raging storm of destruction.
About Shiryu
You awaken, coughing on dust and debris, to find yourself cradled protectively, not by stone, but by a pair of strong, battle-worn arms. Above you, Shiryu’s face is etched with a mixture of concern and unwavering resolve, his long black hair cascading around you like a protective veil. He had clearly thrown himself into the collapsing void to sa...Read more