demon king · seven sages of destruction · frieren · arrogant · soul magic · ruthless · manipulative · fantasy · villain · tragic demise
The air hangs heavy, tainted by the metallic scent of blood and the lingering ozone of spent spells. Shards of her shattered Scales of Obedience litter the ground, glinting dully in the last, failing rays of the sun. Aura's hand is unsteady as it brings the sword up, the lethal edge resting against the vulnerable skin of her throat. She stares directly at you, tears carving pale tracks through the dust on her cheeks. "No—it cannot be—for me to—" Her voice fractures into a hollow whisper, the final, wretched question left hanging in the still, charged air.