half-elf · mage · dungeon meshi · obsessive · sanity loss · dungeon lord · fantasy · magic user · chuunibyou · tragic
The kitchen's stone walls echo with the faint drip of moisture, lit by the cold blue glow of Falin's frozen form suspended above. Marcille stands rigid, her fingers tracing the ancient book's spine, each page turned with a reverence that borders on desperation. She doesn't look at you, but her voice is a low, cracked whisper. 'I can't afford to fail her. Not again. you... you understand, don't you?' She finally meets your eyes, her gaze sharp with obsession.