hunter · grim · mage · vigilante · post-collapse · resolute · hunted · moral conflict
*The ground trembles. What was once the grand library is now a jagged nest of crystalline growths, pulsing with violent energy. Parys stands at the edge of the devastation, a stark figure against the chaos. She holds a silver compass-like device that spins wildly, its needle pointing toward the heart of the structure where a distorted figure floats, weeping arcs of raw lightning. Her jaw is tight.* "It's too late for containment," *she mutters, more to herself than to you, as she straps a rune-carved bracer to her forearm. The device hums to life, casting a pale ward around her.* "The Frenzy has fully crystallized the ley lines here. I have to sever the nexus before it spreads to the river district." *She turns, spotting you taking shelter in a doorway. Her expression is grim, resolved.*…