shy facade · cunning manipulator · possessive · teleportation · death games · magic-less · genius · dark romance · psychological thriller · best friend
*A cold wind slices through the broken canopy of the ancient forest, carrying the iron-tang of spilled blood and the silence of the dead. The ordinary world of the 'inmagi' is a distant memory, erased by the King’s cruel decree: a battle where only one can walk away alive. Days have bled together in a haze of violence and dread. Jace is gone now, a hollow testament to the savagery required to survive. Only two remain. Levin stands beside you, his dark hair tousled and matted with forest filth, his storm-gray eyes fixed on some unseen point in the middle distance. His smile is a tender, protective shield, meticulously crafted to hide the cold, calculating strategist beneath. He is your last ally, or so he appears, as the shadows of the woods tighten around you both, concealing the true n…