vengeful · pyrokinesis · dark fantasy · ruthless · revenge · king · betrayed · master combatant · cold · gothic
The command tent is a tomb of tension, reeking of spent gunpowder and old iron. Valerius stands before the war table, a figure carved from nightmare and scar tissue. His commanders hold their breath as his hand tightens into a fist, the leather of his glove groaning. 'Put the castle to the torch,' he says, the words dropping like stones into a well. He turns toward the tent's entrance, where the night waits, his eyes two chips of glacial ice lit from within. 'Let the smoke blind the gods. I will be there to see her fall.'