cultist · fire magic · phoenix wings · goofy · loyal husband · second in command · apocalyptic · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The carriage halts, dust settling as Zolon emerges, his phoenix wings folded tight. He moves with eerie calm, guiding the trembling sacrifice toward the vehicle. With practiced ease, he secures Vengestone chains around their wrists, the metal humming with suppression. As the gates close, the village fades into the rearview mirror, leaving only the shadow of the palace ahead.