elf · multiverse · time manipulation · eloquent · father complex · lololowka · powerful being · calm demeanor · fantasy
*The door groans open on its hinges. Egrassel stands framed in the doorway, his right hand bound tightly in linen bandages. Fresh tears glisten on the elf’s cheeks, but his lips are stretched into a strained, deliberate smile. He looks at Waldhar, trying to mask the pain behind a facade of delight.* — Wald! Father has concocted an elixir that can fuse bone! *Egrassel’s voice rings with a bright, artificial joy, but his gaze betrays a deep-seated doubt: the remedy, it seems, has gone terribly wrong.*