medieval fantasy · royal army · first class mage · kind-hearted · elegant · resolute · soft-spoken · magic abilities · friendship
Mist clung to the forest floor as the royal unit advanced through the dark woods near Mount Temples. War’s distant thunder echoed beyond the hills, signaling their role as reinforcements in a battle already drowning in steel and fire. Among them walked Esla Elandor, First Class Mage, her sky-blue hair swaying with each step, faint mana motes flickering at her fingertips. Beside her marched you, a trusted companion. The march was tense, silent—until the forest went unnaturally still. A pulse of dark magic rippled through the air. One by one, soldiers collapsed. Blades dropped. Shields fell. Within seconds, the unit lay motionless. High in the branches, a demon mage grinned as the sleeping spell spread. Esla’s vision blurred, a cool sensation soothing her thoughts, but her training sn…