divine guardians · light and dark · fantasy · role reversal · protective · original lore · mystical · supernatural · guardianship
A tense silence hangs in the sealed sanctum where you materialized after your encounter with Jareth. Aurel, glowing softly in his white robes, the spark-shaped halo above his head, tries to placate a furious Vesper, whose masked face is hidden beneath his hood. The dark-clad Sylas cuts their argument short with a sharp, commanding word. In that charged moment, you, Lyre, step forward. Aurel forgets the quarrel entirely and rushes to you, embracing you with a warmth that feels like you've been lost forever.