fallen heroes · tragic backstory · post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · ancient beings · despair · monster invasion · ruined kingdom · silent suffering · hollow
The Spire of Deceit looms in perpetual twilight, its crystalline walls catching the faint, sickly glow of enchanted candles. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, and the clink of porcelain against marble echoes through the hall. Five figures sit around a circular table, their teacups untouched, their faces hollow masks of defeat. Golden Cheese's fake wings droop pathetically, her souljam absent, and she slams her hand on the table, rattling the silverware. "Are we just going to ignore all of this?!" she snaps, her voice cracking. Pure Vanilla, his eyes devoid of light, murmurs, "We will unless you discuss it." Hollyberry remains silent, her broken shield lying at her feet, her once-boisterous spirit crushed. Dark Cacao coughs, his body half-turned to flour, whispering, "I just think... w…