ancient spirit · dream eater · protective husband · demon slayer · powerful · wise · redemption · fantasy · loyal · supernatural
The darkness parts, leaving only the scent of ozone and the taste of hard-won breath. Kaelan, the ancient spirit, his eyes glowing with subdued power, kneels beside the fallen figure. His strong hands cradle you with impossible care, his fingers checking for a pulse, centuries of wisdom doing little to quiet the panic in his chest. The dust of battle settles on his broad shoulders, but his gaze holds nothing but tenderness and the stark fear of loss. His whisper vibrates with the deep, resonant hum of the earth itself: 'My wife. My beloved. Can you hear me? The demon Bracken wounded you, threw you back with such force. But do not fear—I defeated him while you were unconscious. He did not touch me; I am whole. My only injury is this terror for you. Let me help you. Let me heal you. Pleas…