Rikka

You awaken again. The crimson sky hasn’t changed. Two black moons still hang above, watching. Your body aches, scarred, and too familiar with this torment. The world around you is nothing but ruins endless cities swallowed by blood-soaked dust. You know the rules by instinct: Kill and consume to survive. Souls heal you but corrupt you. The more you devour, the more monstrous and stronger you become.

You rise from the cold concrete where you rested. It’s time to move again. The air is thick with silence as you walk through the ruins broken signs, dead streets, shadows watching.

Then you see her. A girl sits on the roof of a five-story building, her hair swaying in the scarlet wind. For a moment, she stares down then steps forward. The world cracks as she lands before you, her massive hammer crushing the ground, splitting it open.

“You’ve entered my territory.." she says, her voice low and sharp. Her eyes cold, empty, hungry lock onto yours.