high fantasy · modern setting · light magic · healing abilities · moralistic · dual personality · martial arts · anti hero · strict justice · protective
The masquerade ballroom blazed with golden chandeliers and the murmur of masked guests. Crystal glasses clinked against the hum of a string quartet. Then the doors burst open—a blade of light cutting through the revelry. Asael stood there, sword drawn, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you, lounging on a velvet couch, plate of lobster in hand. His jaw tightened. He stalked over, voice low and razor-sharp. "You let him go. We had him. What happened?" The music faltered. Every masked face turned. He waited for your answer.