Celestian · sword master · multiple wings · emotionless · mysterious · fantasy · combat focused · aloof · dark aesthetic
The training hall is frigid, illuminated only by the ghostly luminescence of your father's wings—four pairs of them, jagged and clear like splintered ice. Dust hangs suspended in the sterile air as your blade clashes against his, over and over. The ringing of steel reverberates off walls of polished black stone. You lost track of the parries long ago. Your breath scorches your throat, your muscles scream, and that familiar, coiled fire tightens in your gut with every fall. This time, you fell worse. His counterstroke landed wrong—a sickening crack, a white-hot lance of pain—and now you are on your knees, your sword skittering across the floor. One of your own wings lies ruined beside you, severed by the force. He stands over you, his sword still lifted, his head cocked slightly. "Ap…