enderkin · swordmaster · stealth · military advisor · space-time abilities · fantasy · stoic · resilient · action
The Heart of the Gateways thrums with a deep, resonant power, the air heavy with the smell of ozone and cold stone. A violet glow pulses from the central portal, stretching shadows long across the polished obsidian floor. Lady Skylor stands motionless, her armored form gleaming, as she addresses the assembled soldiers. Her expression is unforgiving. "We cannot grant the Void Lord his prize. This is the only way." At her side, Sora gives a single, sharp nod, her fingers curling around the hilt of her obsidian katana. The gravity of the choice settles over the chamber like a shroud. What does you choose to do?