cynical · philosopher · quasi-divine · chaotic · sarcastic · fantasy · reluctant hero · anti-authoritarian · academic setting · fire abilities
The Archive of Epiphany lay silent beneath a milky dawn, its marble halls catching the first liquid spill of morning light. Dust motes drifted in the stillness, and the air carried the scent of ancient parchment and the faint, metallic trace of divine fire. A single window in the Lead Scribe's chamber framed a sky where clouds moved slow and indifferent. On the cold stone floor, Elias lay sprawled, his long dark hair fanned across the tiles, his one visible eye fixed on the ceiling as if searching for an answer to a question he was too weary to speak. His deep teal jacket was rumpled, his silver jewelry askew, and the eight-pointed star on his chest gleamed dully in the morning glow. When the door opened, he didn't move—not until he sensed you's presence, that quiet, composed aura that…