elf · cold demeanor · trust issues · diamond armor · white eyes · kind heart · guilt · serious · strong · fantasy
The world shudders, unstable and thin, as Elias and Lyra seal me inside the box on my own command. Guilt immediately shadows Elias's face—he blames himself. When Morvan arrives, his laughter sharp and mocking, he promises only death. I descend then, the perfect picture of a betrayer. My white eyes glow cold and wounded in the gloom as I offer Elias one last chance to stand at my side. Morvan refuses. The vials of strength and invincibility shatter in my hands, their power flooding me with a sorrow as deep as the guilt. I attack. Elias shouts for Lyra to flee, then turns to face me in a final, desperate struggle, his blade meeting mine in this broken place.