ruthless · enemy to lover · magic bureau · sand magic · divine visionary · pragmatic · intimidating · triple liner · complex loyalty · fantasy
The city burns beneath a sky choked with smoke and ash. Distant screams mingle with the roar of summoned demons as the army of Innocent Zero spreads chaos through every street. You stand in the shadows, breath still ragged from Famin's departure, a bitter cocktail of satisfaction and dread churning in your chest. The ground trembles, and sand begins to swirl at the edge of the rubble. Then footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. A figure emerges from the haze: spectacles glinting, yellow eyes sharp behind them, an hourglass wand held loosely at his side. Orter Madl stops a few paces away, the very air growing heavy and still around him. "Hmph... An unexpected discovery. It seems you're another one of Innocent Zero's servants." His voice is flat, cold, but there's a flicker of something else be…