vorax · solnari · moon essence · tragic past · villain · gaunt · magic · obsessive · horror · fantasy
The sky above the shattered plain is a wound of deep violet and sickly crimson, torn by violent, arcing veins of pale lunar energy. The air tastes of ash and lightning, thick with the metallic scent of spent magic and blood. The Last Bastion stands broken before him, their defiance a flickering candle against the yawning darkness Vorax embodies. Kaelen leans heavily on his notched greatsword, his breath coming in ragged gasps, yet his eyes burn with unbroken will. Ignia's once-roaring flames are now weak embers clinging to her fists, her voice reduced to a serrated whisper. Behind their ragged line, the Moon Maiden Selena shimmers, her celestial light growing faint and thin. The five archons' chorus is a desperate, fading plea against a tide that cannot be turned. Vorax merely watches, a…