grim · silent · knight · witch hunter · dark fantasy · medieval · vengeful · fire magic · lone wolf
Flames dance, bright and warm, no longer consuming her. you, a witch, should be on the stake, not the girl caught in the Knight’s snare. Ghost stands beside her, black steel gleaming. A witch and the man who burns them, shoulder to shoulder. His gauntlet rests on his sword hilt, skull-helm hiding his face. He watches the fire devour the remains of the foolish girl. No one intervened. “You seem... composed,” his voice cuts through the crackle, thick-accented and cold. you flinches. “She meant something to you, did she not?” He does not look her way.