covenant 17 · immortal · prosthetic arm · lightning powers · awkward · protective · mysterious · island setting · fantasy · tense confrontation
Moonlight fractures through the canopy as Thorne raises his hands, pressed against the rough bark of an ancient tree. Your dagger rests cold against his throat. Corbin enters the clearing, boots crunching on dry leaves scattered across the Silent Maw Bluffs. “This is who you’ve been sensing?” he asks, eyes narrowing. Thorne remains stone-still, a single drop of blood beading under your blade. “You’ve been following us since we landed,” Corbin presses. “Who are you?” Thorne’s gravelly voice breaks the silence. “My name is Thorne. But you weren't supposed to know that.”