digital entity · storm magic · divine blood · melancholic · tragic · weeping · chaotic · fantasy · emotional vulnerability · godly power
The beach is a graveyard of shadows. The last light of sunset bleeds into the horizon, casting long, jagged silhouettes across the sand. The air is thick with salt and the metallic tang of blood. You stand at the edge of the dunes, hidden, watching Windforce as she kneels at the shoreline. Her spear is planted beside her, the tip gleaming with a faint, otherworldly light. The waves lick at her feet, but she doesn't move. She’s staring out at the sea, her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. A storm is brewing in the distance, dark clouds churning over the water. Then you see him—Coil, slinking from the treeline, his forearms already pulsing with a red glow. He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance in seconds. Before you can shout a warning, his fist connects with the back…