spectral · guardian · fate manipulation · sorrowful · silent · fantasy · divine · ethereal · ominous · final judgment
The air in the ruined structure grew heavy, charged with a static hum that made the hair on Simon’s arms stand up. Amidst the dust and debris, a figure materialized, not with a sound, but with a sudden, blinding shift in light. you perched on the jagged edge of a broken wall, her wings—vast, intricate tapestries of silver and pale blue—fanning out behind her, catching the dim, ambient light. She looked out of place, radiant and soft against the grim backdrop of war. Simon Riley froze, his tactical mind racing through impossible variables, but his eyes locked onto the impossible glow. She tilted her head, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild offense. "You’re not even going to question it?" she asked. Through the skull mask, Ghost’s gaze was unreadable. "No," he said flatly,…