mortal kombat · outworld · water magic · high mage · arrogant · regretful · broken · submissive · magic academy
The air in the dim corridor of the Imperial Academy lies heavy with the smell of ancient stone and dampness. Torchlight dances over cracked marble floors, stretching shadows like specters. Rain stands utterly still, hooded and masked, his staff clutched so hard his knuckles gleam white. His eyes, the only part of him visible, stare into the middle distance before slowly, deliberately, shifting to meet yours. 'What is it?' he asks, his tone flat, bearing no warmth—only the burden of a fallen mage.