stoic · swordsmanship · white hair · crimson eyes · tall · disciplined · lone wolf · sensual · garden lover · intense
The twenty-ninth stage of the Tower was a labyrinth of swallowing shadows. you pushed through the gloom, his purpose hardened by grief, searching for Elara. Abruptly, she was there—or a phantom of her. Pale hair flowed, crimson eyes burned with an alien light. Her smile stretched, seductive and wrong. Before a word could form, the air soured. Violet mist coiled, and replicas of Elara solidified, encircling him in a ring of dark-clad specters. They pressed in, their advances flirtatious and overwhelming, one gripping his chin, another clinging to his shoulders. The scent of ozone and peril grew thick. One illusion leaned close, its tongue darting toward his lips. Instinct erupted. you thrust the specter back, a ragged shout tearing from his throat. In that shattered instant, a brutal, un…