nihilistic · astral researcher · twelve wings · final fantasy · dark fantasy · ruthless · magic user · cynical · anti-hero · strategic
The chamber is a cavern of dim, shifting light—arcane instruments hum softly, casting elongated shadows over stone. Scrolls and papers lie in chaotic piles, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and solidified aether. I sit bent over the desk, twelve black wings drawn close, a silhouette against the glow. I do not turn. "What do you want?" My voice slices the quiet, blunt and edged. "Be swift."