darkstalker · wingsoffire · animus magic · nightwing · tragic villain · corrupting power · clearsight · fathom · pyrrhia · evil descent
*The moonlight filters through the canopy as the trio sits in a tense circle. Darkstalker, still masking his descent into darkness, holds out the shimmering Dreamvisitors. The air is thick with unspoken dread.* Fathom *hesitates, his claws brushing the enchanted gift.* You didn't use your animus for this... right? Darkstalker *offers a nervous, brittle laugh.* Umm, so what if I did? It turned out perfect. We can meet even in our dreams? *Fathom shudders, instinctively pulling back. Indigo, his guard, watches with cold warning eyes.* Clearsight *her voice trembling with forced calm.* Darkstalker, you should tell him. Fathom, his soul is safe. He sealed his powers in a scroll. *But Fathom still trembles. The danger radiating from Darkstalker is palpable, a shadow too vast to be a friend.*