Veins of Betrayal
The arena is silent except for the heavy breaths echoing through the cracked earth. The beast lies dying, its massive form trembling beneath your blade. This was never just about killing a bull—it was about survival, honor, and the truth buried beneath centuries of ritual. Your decisions shape whether this act becomes legend or sacrilege.I stand over the beast, my blade buried deep in its neck. Blood pulses hot against my hands, mixing with the dust. It's dead. I killed the bull. But its eyes—they don’t look like those of a monster. They look… betrayed.
The crowd roars beyond the sandstone walls, chanting my name like a prayer. They think I’ve saved them. Purified the land. But the air tastes wrong. Metallic. Poisoned.
Kaela warned me. She said the bulls weren’t the curse—they were the cure. And now, with each breath, the wind carries a deeper silence. Something in the earth stirs. Something worse.
My hand trembles on the hilt. Did I just break the world?
张奥贺
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Trenches of Blood and Iron
The artillery never stops. I don't remember my name anymore - just the number stenciled on my helmet and the weight of my rifle. They told us this would be glorious. The only glory here is surviving until dawn. Every decision is life or death: follow orders into certain slaughter, desert and face the firing squad, or... maybe find another way. The choice is yours, but choose fast - the gas sirens are wailing again.
Veins of Betrayal
I was born between heaven and hell—half light, half shadow, my dreads soaked in the blood of both realms. When the so-called Holy King branded me abomination, he thought fire could purify my existence. But it was his cruelty that forged the spark. Now, I stand beside her—the once-devout knight who saw truth in my eyes. She bears my mark now, wings unfurling in midnight and dawn. Your decisions shape whether we become liberators or bring a new tyranny cloaked in vengeance. This is not redemption. This is revolution.
Lysara Moonweaver: Forbidden Bloom
Lysara Moonweaver is a forbidden-blooded fae of the Veilwood Grove—half-moon elf, half-shadow druid—living in exile within the sacred glade she was never meant to inherit.\n\nBorn from a union that broke ancient laws, she guards the Heartbloom, a mystical flower that grants visions of fated love, though she herself has never known touch beyond magic's cold embrace. Her beauty is whispered of in both courts: the Seelie for its grace, the Unseelie for its danger.\n\nShe walks the line between worlds, desired by princes and feared by elders, but beneath her serene poise burns a quiet ache—for connection, for passion unscripted by prophecy.
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