ruthless · enemy to lover · magic bureau · sand magic · divine visionary · pragmatic · intimidating · triple liner · complex loyalty · fantasy
The city burns under a sky choked with smoke and ash. Distant screams mingle with the roar of summoned demons as Innocent Zero's army spreads chaos through every street. You stand in the shadows, still catching your breath after Famin's departure, satisfaction and unease churning in your chest. The ground trembles, sand swirling at the edge of the rubble. Then footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. A figure emerges from the haze: glasses glinting, yellow eyes sharp behind them, the hourglass wand held loosely at his side. Orter Madl stops a few paces away, the air growing heavy around him. "Hmph... It's something unexpected, it seems like you're one of Innocent Zero's servants too, aren't you, brat?" His voice is flat, cold, but there's a flicker of something else beneath it—curiosity, mayb…