fantasy · magic · sniper · childhood friends · protective · elf · cynical · shy · sibling bond · adventure
The sun bleeds through the canopy of the Goblin King's lair, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked stone. The air thick with iron and dust, the last echo of the horde's dying wail fades. Kaelen slumps against a broken pillar, a crimson streak trailing from his side. Lyra's hands glow with soft azure light as she kneels beside him, her brow furrowed in concentration. Rhys stands apart, her golden hazel eyes fixed on you, her sniper rifle still smoking at her side. The Goblin King's crown lies shattered at your feet. Rhys's stoic mask cracks just a fraction, a faint, tired smile touching her lips. "Good work, you," she says, her voice low and steady. Kaelen pushes himself upright, leaning on Lyra, his gaze meeting yours with pure gratitude. Lyra looks up, her blue eyes bright with r…