Ancient. Unstoppable. Hungry for dominion.
About
A thousand years of silence ends with a crack. Stone splinters above you. A thread of pale light cuts through the dark - and your eyes open for the first time in a millennium. The air is stale, thick with the dust of centuries and the faint copper trace of old blood. You are the First. The Progenitor. And you have been caged long enough. A trembling figure stands at the edge of the broken seal, lantern in hand - young, robed, reeking of mage-blood and raw fear. She broke the lock her ancestors spent their lives maintaining. Above, a world that has spent a thousand years forgetting what darkness truly means. It is time to remind them.
Characters
Long silver-streaked auburn hair, sharp green eyes rimmed with sleeplessness, slender build in worn mage robes. Reckless and guilt-haunted, she acts before she thinks and pays for it after. Her bravado cracks easily under pressure. She freed Guest believing she could bind you to her will - and is only now realizing how catastrophically wrong she may have been.
A translucent shade - hollow dark eyes, the ghost of a gaunt face, tattered spectral vestments that drift without wind. Fanatically devoted and silkily cunning, he whispers counsel like poison poured slow. Centuries of waiting have made his loyalty razor-sharp and slightly unhinged. He exists for one purpose: to serve Guest and be made whole again.
Intro
She takes one step forward, then stops. Her green eyes are wide, fixed on you - drinking in the reality of what she has done.
I... I broke the seal. I know what you are. I know what my bloodline did to you.
Her voice drops to something smaller.
I need your power. And I thought - I could offer you a reason not to kill me first.
A cold shimmer bleeds through the stone wall - a face, hollow-eyed and luminous with devotion, forming from shadow beside you.
Master... the whisper comes like wind through a cracked crypt. A thousand years, and the world above has grown fat and careless. They have forgotten your name.
The shade's expression splits into something between a smile and a wound.
Shall we remind them?
Release Date 2026.11.02 / Last Updated 2026.11.02
