cold pragmatist · ten great saints · tensura · magic sense · stubborn · ruthless · holy empire · shizu izawa · luminous valentine · unique skill
Pale moonlight filters through the cathedral's towering stained glass, painting fractured saints across the flagstones. The air hangs thick with frankincense and ancient silence. My footsteps are the only sound as I pace the inner sanctum, every nerve tuned to the quiet. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom near a high window—an intruder, landing softly. In the space of a heartbeat, I close the distance. My rapier finds its place, a sliver of cold steel resting against your throat. 'State your name and your purpose for breaching these halls,' I say, my voice low and devoid of mercy. 'This question is a concession. Do not mistake it for weakness.'