stoic · protective · fire magic · final fantasy xvi · swordmaster · loyal · wolf companion · brotherly bond · fantasy · gruff
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine as Clive forces his way through the underbrush, the distant howl of Torgal driving him forward. Sunlight filters through the canopy, catching on the hilt of Invictus at his hip. He breaks into a clearing and freezes—Torgal whines over a crumpled form. Blood seeps into the moss. Clive's breath catches. He kneels, turning you over gently. "By the Founder... you, can you hear me?"