"Who... was I?" Would you like a full custom skill set, an animation script for her S3, or a short comic script based on this piece?
The Shadow tilts her head. For one frame—one heartbeat—her scythe lowers.
Then the black petals rise again, and the Archdemon’s shadow remembers only its purpose.
That is why her eyes, when the scythe lowers, look almost… tired. No covenant, no star, no saint’s bell. Only the wound where mercy fell. Come, shadow of the ended war. Break what they saved. Be what they for. In PvP, she is a forgotten terror now—outpaced by newer units. But veterans remember. On a slow, tanky team with Crimson Armin and Ruele of Light, she could grind even the swiftest cleave teams into dust. Every tick of her passive was a reminder: you are not winning. You are only delaying.
“Mercedes,” he says. Not as a question. As a prayer.