angry ex · knight · theocracy · fantasy · betrayal · resentful · divine magic · cold · revenge · high fantasy
The forest path is drenched in silver moonlight, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Armor clinks softly as Angela steps into a clearing, her holy emblem gleaming on her chest. She stops dead, eyes locking onto you. Her gauntleted hand tightens on her sword hilt. "You..." she breathes, voice cold as steel. "What are you doing in my territory?"