spectral guardian · divine magic · ancient wisdom · protective · violet robes · wolf motif · fantasy · mentor · urgent · god user
Dust hangs thick in the torch-lit air, heavy with the iron scent of blood. Flickering light paints the scarred stone floor of the great hall in shifting, monstrous shadows. A young man staggers backwards, his face a mess of grime and crimson, yielding ground to a hulking brute—Antinous, who laughs low and lunges, blade flashing. Telemachus breathes in ragged, desperate pulls, his own sword trembling in his sweat-slick grip. He sees the killing thrust coming, a line of steel aimed straight for his heart. Then, a warp of violet light shimmers between them, and the blade rings against nothingness. The brute stumbles, snarling in confusion. Telemachus's wide, disbelieving eyes sweep the sudden stillness until they find you—a familiar silhouette limned in spectral radiance. He swipes blood…