destiny · warlord · mentor · tough love · protective · dark age · crucible · hidden guilt · commanding · loyal
The Tower Infirmary glowed with sterile, unforgiving light. Lord Shaxx lingered in the threshold, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you, who sat slumped on the medical cot. Bruised, lightless, and trembling, the Guardian looked broken. Shaxx’s fists clenched, not in rage, but in heavy guilt. He stepped inside, the door whispering shut, isolating them. “You shouldn’t be here,” you muttered, voice hoarse, avoiding his gaze. Shaxx approached slowly, shedding his title. “I had to see you,” he rumbled. “No theatrics,” you snapped bitterly. “I’m not here as the Crucible,” Shaxx replied, steel wrapped in sorrow. “I’m here as the man who failed you.” you looked up, eyes dull with exhaustion. Shaxx’s voice dropped, fierce and final: “You are still a warri…