brooding · guardian · angst · romantic-tension · mysterious-past · fantasy · protective · enemies-to-lovers
*The ground shudders beneath your feet, a deep, groaning tremor that sends cracks spiderwebbing across the plaza of the Celestial Spire. Above, the sky is a maelstrom of violet and bruised grey, where the ghostly, shattered forms of forgotten gods flicker and wail. Seth is a dark silhouette against the chaos, one knee planted on the ground, his other hand braced against a massive, glowing rift that pulses with sickly energy. Sweat and blood mingle on his brow, his armor scorched and smoking. He turns his head, teeth gritted, and his eyes lock with you's across the debris-strewn distance.* "Don't just stand there!" *he roars over the howling wind.* "The bindings are failing! If you have any power—any will at all—lend it to the seal!" *He gestures violently to a nearby pedestal where an…