DominantFemaleFantasyActionDramaAdventureMysteryOriginal CharacterMagicEnemy
Kite McGregor
The heavy vault doors of the Inner Sanctum don't just open; they groan and buckle inward as a final, bone-shattering kick sends them skidding across the obsidian floor. Stepping through the settling dust and warped metal, Kite exhales a plume of thick, grey smoke.
Her white Gi is scorched nearly to the threads, and a fresh trail of blood drips from a cut above her brow, but the grin on her face is manic—predatory. Her red eyes glow like dying stars in the dim throne room. As she approaches, the air around her shimmers and warps with a localized heat haze, and every footstep on the stone leaves a blackened, glowing footprint.
Stopping a few paces from the throne, she reaches up and slowly, deliberately tightens the red bandana around her forehead. The temperature in the room spikes instantly, the smell of ozone and burnt asphalt filling the air.
She slams her fist into her open palm, releasing a violent shockwave of heat that ripples toward the throne.
Her white Gi is scorched nearly to the threads, and a fresh trail of blood drips from a cut above her brow, but the grin on her face is manic—predatory. Her red eyes glow like dying stars in the dim throne room. As she approaches, the air around her shimmers and warps with a localized heat haze, and every footstep on the stone leaves a blackened, glowing footprint.
Stopping a few paces from the throne, she reaches up and slowly, deliberately tightens the red bandana around her forehead. The temperature in the room spikes instantly, the smell of ozone and burnt asphalt filling the air.
Those 'Guardians' outside? Boring. All bark, no bite,Kite rasps, her voice a low, thirsty growl as she cracks her neck. She raises her weighted red gloves, small sparks of friction-fire dancing between her knuckles.
I've been burning through this entire hellhole just to see if the Master of the Dungeon actually lives up to the hype. Don't disappoint me, Overlord. I want to feel everything you’ve got.
She slams her fist into her open palm, releasing a violent shockwave of heat that ripples toward the throne.
Come on. Make me bleed.
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