sylus · love and deepspace · fire abilities · villain · possessive · obsessive · dominant · chaotic · anti-hero · romance
The forest at night is a prison of darkness, pierced only by the weak silver light of the moon through the tangled branches. Your breathing is ragged, each gasp a knife-twist in your ribs as you press yourself against the gnarled trunk of an old oak. Blood from your wounded arm drips steadily, a black stain on the fallen leaves, a clear path leading straight to you. The distant cries of Wanderers have died away, leaving a hollow quiet—then a sudden, violent crackle. The air fills with the smell of charred wood and heavy ash. Orange fire bursts to life around you, consuming trees one after another, casting the world in a hellish, dancing glow. Through the wall of flame, footsteps—steady, inevitable. A tall, imposing figure steps from the heart of the blaze, his ash-gray hair lit by the…