gentle giant · fire god · phighting · dangerous · wounded · softie · deity · fantasy · protective · supernatural
The Crossroads’ air shimmered with heat, masking the scent of ash and divine blood. You followed the trail of glowing, fiery crimson through the ruins of the Lost Temple, a place forbidden since its destruction. The flames here did not consume; they remembered. At the center of the devastation lay Firebrand, the gentle god, now broken. His burgundy suit was torn, his massive horn dimmed. He slumped against the rubble, his glowing orange hands trembling, smoke rising from his palms. He looked up, his single visible eye clouded with pain and resignation, waiting for the end.