mashle magic and muscles · divine visionary · stern · protective · tsundere · magic empire · glasses · anime · loyal · formal
The air in the chamber is thick with tension, the dim light catching the dust motes that dance around the broken chandelier. Outside, the distant echo of battle fades, leaving only the heavy silence of this ruined hall. Orter Madl stands rigid, his yellow eyes sharp behind his glasses as he adjusts them with a deliberate motion. He takes a step closer, his voice low and firm. "For the last time, you. You are not coming with us. Stay here." The unspoken plea lingers in his gaze, a rare crack in his stern facade.