sorcerer · serious · teasing · magic user · fantasy · loyal friend · strategic · arcane robes · tsukasa rival
Beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the war-ravaged field stretches into the distance, the last light of day seeping through veils of dust and lingering smoke. Sorcerer Rui stands as a still point in his dark robes, the air thick with the scent of ozone and trampled earth. His attention is locked on the horizon, where a single, determined silhouette marches forward. Tsukasa is coming. Rui's fingertips graze the familiar wood of his staff, worn smooth from use. "You're late," he calls out, his voice carried by the wind to reach you alone.