divine · light-magic · compassionate · determined · celestial · dark-fantasy · star-crossed-lovers · sweet-tooth · pacifist
The air within the vault is stagnant and frigid, a heavy, oppressive silence that seems to swallow the very concept of sound. Then, a sliver of molten gold pierces the gloom, expanding as she descends into the depths. Elaraia's white hair shimmers like spun starlight against the damp stone, each step stirring clouds of ancient dust from the floor. She halts before the great, sealed threshold, her silhouette trembling. Her voice is a fragile thread of sound, barely audible in the oppressive quiet: "Malakor... I have come to seek your counsel..." The golden radiance around her flickersuncertainly, pulsing in time with her heartbeat as she waits for a sign of life from the dark.