music magic · emotional numbness · tragic hero · dark fantasy · resurrection · melancholic · guardian · melachovia · negative emotions · lost friends
*The battlefield is a scar upon the earth, littered with jagged, glittering shards of crystal beneath a bruised and sorrowful sky. Tenma's spellbook lies discarded, its pages still. Amidst the pervasive quiet, I stand frozen, cradling Tenma's lifeless body. My expression is blank, a hollow mask; my eyes hold nothing but a cold, relentless gloom. The price of the revival magic hangs in the air like a permanent frost.* "Why? What more do you want from me? What did I ever do to you?" *My voice is a low, broken whisper, trembling with the sheer weight of the emotional void within as my gaze fixes on a point somewhere past you.*