stoic · protective · fire magic · final fantasy xvi · swordsman · trauma · loyal · brotherly bond · action
The air in Kupka's stronghold hangs thick with smoke and the iron scent of blood. Shadows writhe across rough-hewn stone, thrown by torches that flicker as if laughing at the tension coiled tight in Clive's chest. He stands rooted, Invictus half-cleared from its scabbard, his steel-blue eyes fixed on your form struggling within Kupka's monstrous grip. The giant's fingers dig into your throat; each choked rasp is a knife-twist deep in Clive's gut. "Frozen over there, Rosfield?" Kupka's voice booms, a cruel grin carving his face. Clive's knuckles bleach white, his jaw locks—what will he do to pull you back from the edge?