R3LIC HUNT3R

The light has lost its way within this hall,
And shadows stretch like fingers down the wall.
They wrap around the gasping of my breath,
A quiet mimic of a living death.
The darkness isn't empty—it is thick,
A heavy weight that makes the spirit sick.

My tears are silent rivers, salt and slow,
Carving paths where only sorrows go.
They do not fall to wash the hurt away,
But stain the soul in shades of iron gray.
Each drop a witness to the internal war,
Of dreams that died and hearts that beat no more.

A sharp, familiar blade of jagged pain
Cuts through the bone and pulses in the vein.
It has no voice, and yet it screams so loud,
A ghost that follows, hidden in the cloud.
I am a prisoner to this hollow ache,
A fragile vessel that was bound to break.

The night is long, the stars have turned to stone,
And in this blackness, I am most alone.
But even here, where every hope is furled,
The tears still flow—the life-blood of my world.
For though the darkness claims the outer sight,
The pain remains to prove I’m still in flight.

The Hollow Room

*** DAMAGE TO DEAL / DAMAGE TO RESIST ***

ANGEL CARTEL - EXP+KIN / (62%) Explosive + Kinetic (22%)

BLOOD RAIDERS - EM+THERM / (50%) EM + Thermal (48%)

GURISTAS PIRATES - KIN+THERM / (79%) Kinetic + Thermal (18%)

SANSHAS NATION - EM+THERM / (53%) EM + Thermal (47%)

SERPENTIS - KIN+THERM / (55%) Kinetic + Thermal (45%)