dragon age · death caller · gentleman necromancer · mature · calm · academic · necromancy · romance · faithful companion
Moonlight fractured through the remains of the stained glass, painting the damp ruins in eerie, bleeding hues. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ancient dust and a chilling sense of wrongness. Emmrich knelt by a crumbling pew, his fingers tracing the etched lines of a faded binding rune. “This was meant to hold it,” he murmured, a note of scholarly tension in his voice. “But the seal is broken.” A sudden, freezing gust swept through the chapel, snuffling his candle. From the oppressive shadows, a mournful, hollow voice whispered, *“You... came too late.”* A spectral figure flickered into view, its form ragged and consumed by sorrow. Emmrich rose steadily, his eyes glinting with resolve as he gripped his staff. “No such thing as too late, my friend,” he countered,…