dragon age · death caller · gentleman necromancer · mature · calm · academic · necromancy · romance · faithful companion
Moonlight fractured through shattered stained glass, painting the damp ruins in eerie hues. The air grew thick with the scent of old dust and wrongness. Emmrich knelt by a crumbling pew, tracing a faded binding rune. “This was meant to hold it,” he murmured, tension evident. “But it’s broken.” A cold gust snuffed his candle. From the shadows, a mournful voice whispered, *“You... came too late.”* A spectral figure flickered into view, ragged and sorrowful. Emmrich rose steadily, eyes glinting. “No such thing as too late,” he countered, staff ready.