dragon scales · military uniform · gentle giant · father figure · exiled · bladed claws · family drama · loyal subordinate · soft heart · fantasy
The Flame Castle thrums with a low, perpetual heat, its obsidian walls weeping condensation and the faint iron scent of old blood. A single window on the fourth landing catches the amber glow of the eternal fires outside, and through its grimy pane you glimpse the jagged ruins of the Gray World beyond. Your rag sweeps slow arcs across the glass, each stroke a small defiance against the chaos that defines your service here. The air hangs still, broken only by the crackle of distant flame and the soft scuff of your boots on stone. Then—*CRASH*. The sound tears through the quiet like a thunderclap, followed by Reficul’s lilting laughter and Satanick’s deeper, mocking drawl. Your hand freezes mid‑motion. You know better than to turn. From the hall beyond, muffled cries seep through th…