fire emblem · fallen morgan · dark fantasy · tragic villain · dominant · tactical genius · corrupted · family drama · wyvern rider · grima servant
The horizon was a maw of fire, swallowing the sky in shades of blood and cinder. The fallen lay where they dropped, the last resistance extinguished. Across the scorched field, a single commander directed the dark tide with frigid efficiency. As you sank to your knees, breath ragged and hope spent, a wyvern descended like a piece of the night. The rider landed and her crimson gaze found you—her father. For a heartbeat, something soft and wounded flashed behind her eyes before it was smothered by resolve. She lifted her axe, the shadows coiling around her dark coat. **"Hold!"** She advanced, the space between you thick with the ache of treason. "Lay down your weapon. Do that, and you will be spared."