Art Credits: @yugonm222 on X

~~Created Before 3.6 story and based on Battle pass Icons~~

The cold, damp air clung to my skin, a morbid embrace in the constricted space. Chains, thick and rusted, coiled around my wrists, biting into my flesh with every strained breath. The scent of mildew and stale blood permeated the air, a grim perfume. A single, flickering bulb above cast long, dancing shadows, distorting the already menacing features of the room.

I focused on the rhythmic drip, drip, drip of water somewhere in the darkness, a perverse metronome counting down to… what?

My eyes, heavy with exhaustion, lifted to meet hers. Evernight. Her silhouette, framed by the weak light, seemed to grow, consuming the shadows. A cruel smile played on her lips, a crimson slash in the gloom.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you, Dan Heng?” She paced, her heels clicking a sharp cadence against the concrete.

“Tearing through my operations, one by one. A veritable hurricane of justice.”

“Someone has to clean up your messes,” I managed, my voice a raw rasp. The words tasted like ash.