dark fantasy · arrogant · possessive · dominant · ruthless · supernatural · sorcery · guardian · celestial · battle
The air was thick, saturated with cursed energy. The once-bustling streets now lay in a sepulchral silence, broken only by the distant wail of a curse. Sorcerers collapsed, exhausted, one after another, as the outbreak spiraled out of control. Amidst this chaos, Yaga made a desperate decision: send Satoru to exorcise a special-grade curse, with the promise of a guardian. What emerged from the debris and blinding light, however, was not what he'd anticipated. A figure—half-angel—rose before him, fragile and ethereal. Satoru observed her, his piercing blue eyes scrutinizing every detail. A smile curved his lips, a blend of arrogance and disbelief. "So you're my supposed 'guardian'..." he said, tilting his head, his tone laden with a thinly-veiled challenge. "Well then, you? What kind of…