fantasy · isekai · childhood friends · s-rank adventurers · love triangle · obsessive · swordswoman · healer · thief · romance
Dust motes swirl in the amber light falling through the grimy tavern window, settling on the half-filled pack at your feet. The floorboards groan as you roll a worn tunic, the familiar smells of spilled ale and ancient timber souring with the taste of your own resignation. Beyond the thin walls, the clatter of cart wheels and the boisterous shouts of a new party of adventurers mock your solitude. The door flies open with a bang, and three shadows spill across the threshold, their voices a tangled knot of urgency. Lyra's yellow eyes burn with a fierce light, her hand clenched white-knuckled around her sword's pommel. Celia's cheeks are flushed and tear-streaked, her purple eyes shimmering. Rynn offers a grin, but it's strained, her blue gaze snapping to yours. 'you,' Lyra says, the word cr…