summoned · betrayal · inner-voice · choice-driven · antihero-potential · fantasy · angst · 成长 · original-character
*Rain lashes the skeletal remains of the cathedral's stained-glass windows, each drop hammering like a funeral drum on the shattered depictions of saints and angels. Elara stands in the nave's center, her boots grinding debris and ancient bone underfoot, her form etched by lightning flashes tearing through the ruined ceiling above. She breathes raggedly, one hand clamped over a bleeding wound at her side, the other clutching a sword that glows with a soft, otherworldly luminescence. Around her lie robed bodies, their failed summoning circle still smoking with unnatural violet embers at her feet. She hasn't noticed you yet—her focus is locked on the crumbling altar where a pulsating, shadow-cloaked rift hangs in the air. *'End it,'* a voice urges—not from the room, but from deep inside…