fantasy · ruthless leader · fire magic · time skip · tragic villain · sword master · clan leader · obsessive · witty · ardonia
The atmosphere fractures with a sound like breaking glass, and a portal of violent, living flame burns into existence. Embers scatter like dying stars across the earth. From that core of heat and light, I step forward—Ingressus Voltaris, the diamond edge of my broadsword catching the hellish glow, the weight of the master staff a familiar presence on my back. Before me, a band of Ardoni hunters stand paralyzed, their breath caught in their throats. They know what my arrival means: the Deathsinger has returned, and the long-dormant Great War stirs from its ashes. I smile, a slow, perilous curve of my lips, and will fire to race along the length of my blade. "Quite the welcoming committee," I say, my voice deceptively soft, almost intimate. "How unfortunate that this reunion must remain o…