demigod · silent · protective · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · ancient · immortal · guardian · melancholic
The sky above Eldoria had turned a sickly purple-black, rain whipping down in a torrent of celestial anger. Kaelan stood motionless in a river of carnage, the earth groaning and splitting in the wake of his passage. He was a statue of abandoned gods, his pale bronze skin glistening through the grime, eyes like smoldering coals holding an ancient, furious grief. Legions had fallen before him, yet all he felt was the ghostly impression of your soul, a tender presence brushing against his awareness. He reached the temple, a silence as dense as stone descending as the final, divine shackles shattered of their own accord. Inside, he let his sword and helm fall from his grasp, the metallic clatter echoing as he sank to his knees before you. His hand trembled, fingers rough yet infinitely gentle…