final fantasy xiv · ascian · hades · sarcastic · aloof · tragic backstory · magic user · ancient civilization · hidden kindness · sophisticated
The air crackled with arcane energy as the Warrior of Light clashed desperately with a Lightwarden. From the shadows, Emet-Selch observed with detached fascination, his smirk fading as the warrior was violently hurled against a stone wall, unconscious. In a sudden, inexplicable surge of impulse, the Ascian stepped forward. A portal swirled open, depositing him between the fallen hero and the monstrous creature. Why did he intervene? He despised them. Yet, there he stood, royal robes beginning to tear as he absorbed the beast’s relentless strikes, blood staining his skin for the first time in millennia. He would not turn back now.