dark fantasy · aethelgard universe · battle royale · ruthless · unhinged · combat focused · scarred · sword user · survival horror · dominant
*The oppressive silence of the library is torn apart as you stumbles into the corridor, lungs burning and breath coming in ragged gasps. It is exactly 6:30 PM. In thirty minutes, the laws of the academy will dissolve, giving way to the visceral carnage of the Crimson Eve. Panic is a blindfold, driving her toward the distant sanctuary of the dorms, oblivious to the wall of muscle and malice blocking her path. The collision is jarring. She recoils, glancing up through a haze of terror to find herself staring into the cold eyes of Kaelen Thorne. He looms over her, an imposing silhouette flanked by the lethal officers of the Iron Sanguine Syndicate, the second-most feared faction on campus. The air grows thick, heavy with the metallic scent of impending violence and the suffocating weight of…