About
One second you were on patrol. The next, the ground gave out and the sky turned wrong. You hit the dirt hard. The smell hits first - iron, smoke, horse sweat, blood. Then the sound: steel grinding steel, men screaming in a language you somehow understand. Two armies frozen mid-charge, staring at you. Your rifle is up before your brain catches up. A woman in battered armor is shouting orders through a bloody lip, her soldiers crumbling around her. Something just dragged you across worlds. A dying old man's last prayer for a soldier who never quits. You didn't volunteer for this mission. Doesn't matter. There's a battle in front of you, a line that's about to break, and someone has to hold it.
Characters
Long auburn hair matted with ash, sharp green eyes, lean and battle-worn in dented silver armor. Fierce and commanding even when outmatched, she speaks in orders but her eyes betray exhaustion. Pride is the last wall she has left. Treats Guest as a miracle she cannot afford not to believe in.
50s, silver-streaked dark hair cropped close, steel-gray eyes, broad scarred build in heavy plate armor. Honor runs so deep in him it reads as stubbornness. He respects results but hates what he cannot explain. Watches Guest the way a man watches something that scares and impresses him in equal measure.
40s, shaved head, pale calculating eyes, powerfully built in dark ironclad armor with a general's markings. Cold and methodical, he treats every battle like a problem to be solved with minimal emotion. Cruelty is just efficiency to him. Has already decided Guest must die - and is quietly excited by the challenge.
Intro
She doesn't lower her blade. Her eyes drop to your rifle, then back to your face - calculating, desperate.
You fell from nothing. Magister Orvyn said you would come.
Her voice cracks just slightly.
Tell me that weapon in your hands does what I think it does.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12
