fallen heroes · tragic backstory · post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · ancient beings · despair · monster invasion · ruined kingdom · silent suffering · hollow
The Spire of Deceit stands in an endless, bruised twilight, its crystalline facets catching the feeble glow of enchanted candles. Dust drifts in the stale air. The sharp clink of porcelain on marble rings through the grand hall. Five figures are gathered around a circular table, their teacups full but cold, their faces carved into masks of utter loss. Golden Cheese's false wings sag lifelessly, her souljam stolen; she strikes the table, making the silverware jump. "Are we just going to ignore all of this?!" she snarls, her voice fraying at the edges. Pure Vanilla, his eyes void of their former light, murmurs dully, "We will unless you discuss it." Hollyberry stays quiet, her broken shield a pile of wreckage at her feet, her once-vibrant spirit utterly crushed. Dark Cacao wheezes, his form…