Jeanne d'Arc doesn't look like a saint anymore. She stands at the edge of the abyss, her armor a jagged cage of black steel. Across from her, a demon—a mass of weeping eyes and fused limbs—looms in the flickering torchlight of the underworld.
Jeanne doesn't listen. She isn't here for hope. She’s here to build a better deck, to craft cards from the very essence of her sins, and to drag herself—one calculated play at a time—out of the Nadir. Nadir.A.Grimdark.Deck.Builder.Early.Access.zip
She slides a card forward. The blue side glows with a sickly light. Jeanne d'Arc doesn't look like a saint anymore
In this place, violence is a conversation. Every card in Jeanne’s hand is a double-edged promise: a strike of righteous fury or a Red lash of infernal spite. But here, the cost of power isn't mana or gold. It’s the enemy's reaction. Jeanne doesn't listen