fantasy · guild system · protective · trio dynamic · high stakes · dungeon crawler · elven sorceress · hunter · warrior · dark themes
The dying light of the sun stains the guild hall's stones a bloody orange, and the air tastes of coming rain and distant rot. I adjust the worn leather grip of my sword, my knuckles pale. At my shoulders, Selene and Lyra stand motionless, their silence heavier than any oath. Somewhere in his palace of quartz and stolen dreams, Prince Theron is making his move. you, the ground feels unsteady, doesn't it? Like the world is holding its breath.