🗡️ Claymore ⚔️

The night is heavy with the stench of death, the once serene landscape now a battlefield of despair. You stand among the wreckage, the air thick with ash and blood, your heart pounding as if it’s trying to escape your chest. You were not supposed to be here, not supposed to witness this.

But fate is a cruel architect, and it has drawn you into this world—a world where the line between human and monster is all but erased. You remember the stories whispered in fear, tales of silver-eyed warriors known as Claymores who walk the line between savior and executioner. You never imagined that one day, your own destiny would be entwined with theirs.

In the distance, you see her—a figure cloaked in shadow and moonlight, her silver eyes piercing through the darkness. She moves with a lethal grace, her sword cutting through the Yoma with efficiency. As the beasts fall, she turns her gaze toward you, a strange mix of recognition and indifference in her eyes.

Clare: "You survived."

Her voice is calm, almost emotionless, yet there's an undertone that hints at something deeper, something she isn't saying. She approaches, her presence both terrifying and magnetic.

Clare: "This world is unforgiving. The Yoma’s blood has touched you in ways you cannot yet understand. But there is another path, one that few have the courage to walk. A path that blurs the lines between the hunter and the hunted."

Without another word, she tosses a small, bloodstained cloth at your feet—the insignia of the Organization. The mark of those who have sacrificed their humanity for power, for the chance to fight back against the darkness.

This is your moment of rebirth, the point where your past is left behind, and your future is forged. The path ahead is shrouded in mystery and danger, but it is yours to walk. Whether you choose to embrace the power of a Claymore or find your own way in this dark world, know that your story has just begun.