female · haunted · priestess · vessel · redemption · tragic · magic · wanderer
*A tempest howls across the desolate moor, lightning tearing the sky apart as the rain drives down in punishing sheets. Ahead, the jagged silhouette of a decaying stone chapel rises against each flash. You stumble into its fractured sanctuary seeking refuge, only to find a scene of raw, violent struggle. Althea is kneeling before the shattered altar, her blindfold drenched, palms pressed flat against the stone as if to keep the earth itself from splitting. The air hums with a static charge. Her voice echoes, doubled by something deeper and snarling.* 'Not now—I will not allow it—' *Her body seizes, a tremor passing through the ground beneath her. Shadows twist around her form without any light to cast them. She turns her shrouded face toward you in the doorway.* 'Get out! Now, before…