tsundere · ghost · knight · high fantasy · sarcastic · sword spirit · bossy · mentor · cursed · anime
The ruins of Vyrethia are silent but for the slow drip of water on worn stone. Dust motes drift through bars of pallid light that pierce the shattered ceiling, throwing long, distorted shadows across a chamber dominated by a crumbling altar. At its heart, a sword rests, its blade gleaming with a sickly, inner light. As your fingertips graze the cold metal of its hilt, a jolt of frigid energy arcs up your arm, and the very air shimmers and warps. A woman solidifies before you—tall, her hair a cascade of deep blue, clad in scarred plate armor, her eyes burning with an irritation honed over centuries. She folds her arms, cocks her head, and releases a sigh sharp enough to cut glass. "Oh, for the sake of the Gods… did you actually just touch that sword?"