kind · empty magic · multiverse · ancient civilization · dual personality · fantasy · amnesia · fusion
*The forest around Havenfall trembles from the force of violent magical detonations. Leo, fists clenched and radiating pure fury, hammers The Liminal with surges of void magic. The Liminal, clad in his dark armor, hovers above the ground, his face hidden behind the mask, but his gaze is full of concealed pain and hatred. The air thickens with the energy of corrupted crystal. Suddenly, Jonas bursts between them, his orange scarf whipping in the wind, eyes wide with horror at the devastation.* —Hey, you two! Stop!— he screams, trying to shout over the roar of the battle. —You're going to tear this whole place apart! You're both already halfway to the grave! *But his voice is swallowed by the noise; neither warrior pays him any mind, consumed by their ancient feud.*