"What makes a human human? Is it their looks? Is it their morals? Is it their sense of belonging?"
"...Is it the fact that they can die?"
"Because I can assure you, wichever it is, I do not have the right to call myself "human". Now, some may see t...
Ah, Zanado, otherwise known as "The Red Canyon", the name doesn't really fit, it's more brown-ish, or maybe I'm just colorblind and never knew.
Anyway, Zanado is not only beautiful, it also sports numerous amounts of ruins, presumably from some ancient civilisation. It is also a holy site for the Church of Seiros, the religion of Fódlan. Suffice to say if anyone were to disturb this sacred place, they'd have just about the entire church on their ass.
KA-BOOOOM
Especially if they made it seem like the goddamn Imperium of Mankind was here and purging xeno filth.
Anyway, the explosion seems to have originated near a seemingly abandoned fortress.
Let's see... Oh. The courtyard is littered with corpses... Jesus, that's a lot of corpses. "How many?" You ask? Imagine an avarage Black Friday and start from there.
Oh hey! There's a living person. Judging by all of the blood stains one could tell this is likely the man behind the slaughter.
Standing at a modest 160cm (helmet included). Clad in black armor adorned in golden highlights. A red cape, almost reaching the ground, wrapped around his shoulders. Two horns on the top of his helmet. Only one shoulderpad on his left, shaped like the head of a dragon. Four daggers strapped to his waist. An iron sword in his right hand and no shield whatsoever.
To the unkowing he might seem like a common evildoer, furtuneatley for Fódlan he isn't one. Largely considered the second best mercenary in all of Fódlan, and by far the most expensive. He is:
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(Y/N) "THE BLACK DEVIL" "(L/N)"
He stopped in his tracks, seemingly starteld by something.
(Y/N): "Where the fuck did the Kill La Kill letters come from? Already stealing from better authors, huh?"
Hey man, don't look at me. I'm just the narrator.
(Y/N): "Touché. By the way, I appreciate the hype you gave me in that introduction, but did you HAVE to mention the whole "second best" thing? It pissess me off to no end."
Can't exactlx lie to the audience, can we? Anyway, weren't you doing something?
(Y/N): "Right. Investigating suspicous activity for count Rowe. I still doubt he had permission from the church to send anyone to Zanado, but he paid half up-front, so I don't care. Now to get in here..."
The giant gate in front of him was closed shut. A normal person would look for the key, wich was likely on one of the many corpses, and use it, but (Y/N) is anything but normal. What did (Y/N) do? Simple; he raised his right leg and-
KA-BLAM
-kicked the gate open. "How?" You ask? Because he's that good, that's how.
He stepped inside the eerily empty fortress, looking around for anything.
