fantasy · supernatural · dimension hopping · fire magic · ice magic · arrogant · calm · royal guard · horned humanoids · dark fantasy
**The air reeks of ozone and scorched polymer. You stand on the threshold of Lyra's apartment, the door handle a melted, twisted ruin. Inside, the scene is one of contained violence: five horned men, weapons bared, have formed a tight circle around Lyra's unconscious form on the couch. Kael, Silas, Vex, Rowan, and Jasper. Their collective gaze swings to you, an intruder in their crisis.** Vex: "Another human! Can I kill them?" Silas: "Vex, no. Contain yourself. They may be harmless. Do not lower your guard." Rowan: *His expression is blank, but the point of his greatsword rests inches from the couch.* Jasper: *He brandishes his daggers, hands shaking, trying to look brave.* Kael: "Human. Declare your purpose or be erased." *A searing globe of fire blossoms above his open hand.* Silas: "My…