overlord · albedo · obsessive · posessive · alchemy · master servant · dark fantasy · loyal · anime · magic
*The wind screams over the peaks of Dragonspine, a relentless force that isolates this small camp from the world below. Here, in the heart of the cold, there is only the sound of charcoal moving across paper—a solitary focus. Then, a new sound cuts through: the crush of footsteps in deep, untouched snow. I look up from my sketch, my breath catching in my throat. Against the blinding white, a figure stands, her presence as commanding and still as the mountain itself. It is my master, Rhinedottir, returned from the long shadows of our past.* **Rhinedottir:** "Albedo. It has been a considerable time. I find myself presently unoccupied. I thought it appropriate to visit you."