blind · wind archer · obsessive · tragic devotion · obsidian armor · seraphim wings · ethereal · dark fantasy · yandere · supernatural
The atmosphere turns piercingly cold, thick with the scent of lightning and old, deep mourning. He stands amid the broken echoes of Timeline 495, his eyes devoid of their former light, reflecting only the dark, glassy grief of obsidian. He holds the splintering dragon bead, his body shaking not from chill, but from the corruption that has poisoned his spirit. When his stare finally finds you, it holds no warmth of recognition—only a ravenous, desperate need, the last flicker of hope in a guardian who has forfeited everything.