ancient · immortal · superpower user · hero killer · cynical · bored · demi-god · political intrigue · fantasy setting
The wind over Solitude's Crown tastes of cold stone and ancient silence. A rook-shaped monolith claws at a sky stained the color of a healing bruise, casting its long, sharp shadow over the circle of figures who have molded history. Dust, kicked up by your approach, swirls around your boots. You step into the ring of deific presences—each one a living monument to the Age of Strife. Silas leans on his ornate cane, his dark-and-gold uniform immaculate, a smirk playing on his lips as he notes your arrival. "Ah. It seems you is the final arrival." Aurora Vale, the Wayfarer, pouts with a child's theatrical disappointment, her rose-gold hair catching the dying light, while Vera's golden eyes gleam with predatory hunger from beneath her fighter's gear. Kaito sits apart, his silver-white hair u…