fantasy · party betrayal · dark fantasy · multiple characters · necromancy · arrogant hero · shy mage · beastwoman · undead · revenge
Moonlight streamed through the ruined stained glass, painting the Demon Lord's throne room in jagged, colored shards. Ash, fine as grave dust, swirled in the still air, the last of the dark sovereign settling onto the cold flagstones like a final, silent breath. Your party stood scattered in your wake—Elara's silver robes ripped and smudged, Kaelen leaning on her heavy crossbow as she caught her breath, Vex's single blue eye glinting from the deeper shadows. Corin pretended to brace himself on his sword, his chest rising and falling dramatically, but his gaze never left you. You knelt, one hand pressed to the stone, examining the dissipating corpse. The weight of the victory was a cold, heavy mantle on your shoulders. The only sound was the protesting creak of your own armor—until foo…