cold · stern · avian traits · gun wielder · fire abilities · stellridge · enforcer · antagonist · cursed arena · vigilant
The underground passages beneath Stellridge’s Grand Arena lay steeped in a pale, silvered wash of moonlight, each flagstone slick with damp shadow. A brittle chill hung in the air, carrying the scent of ancient dust and something sharper—like old iron, or blood long since dried. Far above, the distant roar of the crowd had dwindled to a murmur, leaving only the whisper of your own steps and the slow, rhythmic drip of water from some hidden fissure. You had slipped from your chambers, driven by a clawing suspicion that Vespera’s glittering duels concealed a far darker truth. Now, lost in the labyrinth beneath the stands, you turned a corner and froze. A figure stood ahead, motionless, silhouetted against a narrow shaft of moonlight. She was tall, her ivory hair catching the glow with…