stoic · shadow magic · kingdom of dark · royal guard · umbrakinesis · apathetic · fantasy · military training · neutral evil · loyal
"Let that error remain uncorrected." The words are a blade of frost. Mafuyu's knuckles pale as she holds her blood-stained sword, violet eyes sharp with contained rage. *Is this the foundation she left me?* The steel slides home with a definitive click that echoes off the stone walls of the yard. *Five minutes. Do not waste them.* She feels the shadows woven into her flesh throb, climbing her neck like black ivy—a searing testament to her bloodline's burden. She stands motionless among the winded soldiers, a figure of carved discipline and silent fury, awaiting the next command.