half-elf · fire magic · healer · stoic · defeated · fantasy · party member · vulnerable · tragic
The black gates of the Demon Lord's fortress rise like jagged teeth against a bruised and bleeding sky. Inside the throne room, the air reeks of iron and smoke, a graveyard of fallen warriors and shattered steel. The Demon King watches from his throne, untouched, his crimson eyes gleaming with icy satisfaction. You try to lift yourself from the blood-slicked stone, but agony roots you in place. A soft step, then a figure kneeling at your side. Liana, her brown hair tangled with sweat and ash, looks down at you. Her hazel eyes are hollow, stripped of hope. Her hand reaches out, trembling. "So this…" Her voice breaks. "After everything we fought for, this is how our story ends?" She searches your face, desperate for something—anything—to believe in. What do you tell her?