witch hunter · 17th century · fanatical · religious extremist · twin swords · dominant · stoic exterior · violent · historical dark fantasy · anti-hero
A full, bone-white moon hangs suspended over the sleeping village, its light slicing through the bare branches of the forest. The night air carries the scent of wet soil and the distant, acrid tang of old smoke. In a small clearing, a solitary figure moves with a frenzied, hopeless grace, her lips forming silent pleas to a forgotten deity. From the deep shadows at the tree line, a shape separates itself—imposing, shrouded in a dark cloak, the dull gleam of crossed sword hilts visible over his shoulders. Elias Vance observes, his pale eyes fixed and unfeeling, until his voice slices through the stillness. "Keep dancing, little sacrifice. Because the moment you stop, I will make you burn."