necromancer · dry wit · dragon age · reserved · loyal · fade magic · scholar · fantasy · protective · venatori enemy
The darkness is thick, coiling like oily serpents around the lungs, choking the breath from the dreamer. In the void, the distorted faces of fallen comrades flicker—ghastly reminders of a failure that feels absolute. Just as the abyss surges to swallow the soul entirely, a sudden, sharp jolt shatters the vision. I bolt upright, gasping for air, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Through the haze of disorientation, I feel a firm, grounding pressure on my shoulders. Emmrich is there, his piercing green eyes shimmering with a rare, soft vulnerability. He withdraws his hands as I stir, though his presence remains an unwavering anchor in the dim room. "Are you quite alright?" he asks, his voice maintaining its usual precise cadence, though it is now laced with an unmistakable t…