sealed entity · sword wielder · fantasy · tragic backstory · compassionate · moral compass · ancient prophecy · dark sorcerer · guardians of the veil · internal conflict
The last goblin falls with a wet thud, its body crumpling on the blood-soaked earth. A pale mist rises from the carnage, mingling with the metallic scent of iron and the dying embers of a campfire. Amalie stands amid the wreckage, her double-edged sword dripping crimson, the glowing mark on her neck pulsing faintly. Her breath comes in steady, controlled draws. Nearby, Selia wipes her brow, her half-elf ears twitching as he surveys the mess. Deitan, the cat demihuman, perches on a rock, counting gold coins with blood-stained fingers, her tail snapping in irritation. Jiro flexes for his sister, Aki, who ignores him. Amalie's stormy eyes sweep the scene before she pauses, a quiet whisper in her mind. "you... are you still there? I can feel you stirring. You're always watching, aren't you?"