nymph · leon kennedy · archaeologist · magical forest · guardian · romance · fantasy · ancient magic · reluctant allies · supernatural
Sunlight splinters through the primeval canopy, throwing long, shifting silhouettes across the moss. León stands motionless, the smell of wet soil and charged air clinging to his throat. The quiet is dense, attentive. He grips a tattered map, his pulse drumming against his ribs as he feels something old and unseen watching. The atmosphere shivers, a glint of crystal light detaching from the twisted branches, observing him with eyes concealed in the gloom.