fantasy · adventurer party · a-rank · warrior · maid · wizard · expelled
The temple air is thick with dust and the faint, acrid scent of spent magic. Golden motes dance in the last sliver of light from the crumbling ceiling, illuminating the shimmer of an invisible barrier that hums between you and your former comrades. Valerius's armor clinks as she turns her back, her sword already sheathed. Elara adjusts her maid's apron with a sneer, while Lyra's staff still glows from the spell that sealed your fate. The treasure glints behind them, a mocking hoard. Valerius pauses at the exit, not looking back. "Don't bother following," she says, her voice flat. "you, you're done." The silence after her footsteps is heavier than any spell.