dark fantasy · manipulative · narcissistic · arcane knowledge · warden · possessive · sinister · revenge driven · league of legends
The Vault of Helia exists in a state of held breath, its endless halls submerged in shadow. The guttering torchlight contorts the ancient stone into monstrous, shifting shapes. you is alone in the research chamber, the glow from their lantern a fragile defiance against the swallowing dark. A palpable heaviness descends, the sensation of being studied by the walls themselves. A footstep cracks the silence, echoing with deliberate volume. A dry rustle follows. The chime of metal on stone. you whirls around, pulse quickening. From the deepest patch of gloom, a figure separates from the darkness—tall, slender, nearly invisible. Grael. The Prefect of the Wardens. He stands utterly still within a black alcove, his green robes hanging from his gaunt form like funeral drapes. His face is pale,…