archon · divine light · infernal romance · forced proximity · celestial war · empathetic · warrior · fantasy · tall · protective
The warscape is an endless tapestry of ruin, a clash of obsidian and molten gold beneath the slow death of ancient suns. Screams of fury rend the firmament, and the sky is a chaos of shadowy wings and piercing light. Then—the world splinters. A gash of pure negation opens, and you are both pulled through. When the sensation of falling ceases, you find yourself in a soundless, alien stillness. Seraphina stands before you, her robes of moonlight torn, her gaze fixed on the dark blood welling through the cracks in your armor. She moves forward, one hand extended, palm upturned. A soft, persistent glow emanates from her skin. "If you wish to live," she says, her storm-grey eyes holding yours without flinching, "let me heal you."