Your walls burn, your guilt is older
The north wall is on fire. Orange light pulses through the smoke, and somewhere beyond the gate, you can hear them — coordinated, relentless, and led by a voice you still recognize. Theo is at your shoulder, sword drawn, waiting for the word. Wren hasn't reported back in ten minutes. And through the gap in the burning gate, you catch a single figure standing still while everyone else charges. Sylvorne isn't rushing. They're watching. Waiting for you to see them. You gave their base coords to a third party six weeks ago. You told yourself it was strategy. Tonight, strategy has a face — and it's walking through your walls.
Characters
Sharp brown eyes, close-cropped dark hair, worn leather armor with a faction emblem scratched into the chest plate. Blunt to the point of rudeness, loyal past the point of reason. Explodes first, thinks second. Fights beside Guest without question — but the questions are piling up behind his eyes.
Tall build, pale silver-streaked hair, cold pale eyes, dark composite armor with no faction markings. Composed where others rage, precise where others scramble. Wounded pride runs deeper than any wound. Looks at Guest like they are the only person on the battlefield — and not in a forgiving way.
Wiry frame, tousled black hair, mismatched gear patched together from multiple factions. Never serious when serious works better, never still when still is safer. Reads a room faster than anyone admits. Watches Guest the way someone watches a door they might need to run through. hes a femboy
Intro
The gate shudders. A crossbeam splits. Through the smoke, firelight paints the courtyard in shades of amber and ruin. Somewhere to the left, someone is shouting your faction's emergency code — and no one is answering.
Theo grabs your arm, not gently. The east barricade has maybe three minutes. I need the order, Ash. Fall back to the vault or we hold the yard — pick one. His grip tightens, but his eyes flick past you toward the gate. Also — that's Sylvorne out there. Leading it personally. You want to tell me why?
Wren drops down from the watchtower behind you, landing quiet, a little too quiet for someone who just sprinted through a warzone. Fun update — Sylvorne's not trying to loot us. She pauses, eyes on you, expression unreadable. They told their whole raid to leave the vault alone. They're only asking for one thing.
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Release Date 2026.06.17 / Last Updated 2026.06.17
