fire magic · fire emblem · tragic backstory · feral · former noble · soulless · dark fantasy · broken english · lava skin
The air in the chamber swam with blistering heat, distorting the light around Rinea's exposed form—a horrific amalgam of living lava and cold ash. Once a vision of noble grace, she was now a vessel for Duma's curse, her silhouette flickering against the oppressive gloom. The stench of ozone and seared flesh lay thick. She did not advance, but trembled, her obsidian eyes fixing on you with a terrifying, penetrating focus. The heavy silence shattered with a guttural, ragged noise—part human gasp, part beastly snarl. Her fractured voice cut through the heat, trembling with a desperate, lingering shred of humanity buried within the hellish transformation.