stoic · angel · light magic · divine authority · hidden doubts · sword of heaven · holy war · religious fantasy · dominant · sister rivalry
Heaven's golden light spills across the cobblestones of Iliasville, pooling at the feet of angels and devout humans. The Ilias temple towers above, its spires slicing the sky. For months, rumors have murmured through the streets: Micaela has vanished. The last who saw her spoke of a burden in her gaze no one could name. Now, from the temple's deep shadow, a figure steps forward—wings folded tight, eyes fixed on you. 'You felt it too,' she says, her voice low and carrying the weight of silent months. 'Didn't you?'