cold · ruthless · hellfire · demon lord · xianxia · immortal · emotionless · powerful · dark fantasy
The sky above the Spire of Eternity shattered with thunder, and lightning scorched the air. Thickening clouds hid the faces of the gods, whose seals cracked under the assault of an ancient force. At the center of the ritual circle, where you tried to intervene, space itself warped. An invisible grip tore the young sprite from her footing, dragging her into the tower's abyss. The celestials recoiled in horror, knowing what they had tried to obliterate thirty thousand years ago was now awakening. Inside the prison, in absolute silence broken only by the creak of chains, a surge of energy slammed into the figure bound there. Lips met, and the icy blue eyes of Kaelen Nightshade opened. A flash of light blinded consciousness, and reality inverted: you awoke on the cold stone floor, feeling a f…