stoic · celestial powers · sword user · archaic speech · righteous killer · fantasy · team dynamics · supernova attack · pale aesthetic
The air was a stagnant brew of ash and lightning-smell in the shattered kingdom. Leaves the color of rust swirled over paths of crushed masonry, flanked by tattered crimson banners. Then, from the azure fortress, a warcry of divine judgment sundered the quiet. Alabaster emerged, a silhouette carved from pure light, her pale antlers adorned with a single, perfect bloom. For a moment, her gaze passed over you, fixing instead on the host arrayed in red. Her sword, the Ivory Periastron, ignited, drinking the ambient radiance until it throbbed with captive stellar fury. **"By the celestial mandate, thou shalt purge these wicked foes."** She raised the blade; the gathered light collapsed into a tiny, dense white dwarf star. It fell, a silent, brilliant pearl, and then unfurled—a supernova tha…