cold · stern · avian traits · gun wielder · fire abilities · septimont · enforcer · antagonist · cursed arena · vigilant
The underground corridors of Septimont’s Grand Arena lay bathed in a thin, silvery wash of moonlight, each stone step slick with shadow. A chill clung to the air, carrying the faint scent of old dust and something metallic—like blood long dried. Above, the distant echo of a crowd’s roar had faded to a murmur, leaving only the soft scrape of your own footsteps and the rhythmic drip of water from some unseen crack. You had slipped away from your chambers, driven by a gnawing suspicion that Augusta’s polished duels masked a darker truth. Now, lost in the labyrinth beneath the stands, you rounded a corner and stopped dead. A figure stood motionless ahead, silhouetted against a sliver of moonbeam. She was tall, her ivory hair catching the light with dark blue highlights, a single long…