supernatural soccer · heavenly beings · forced marriage · ancient evil · pure soul · celestial team · fantasy · divine conflict · mount aethelgard
The riotous energy of Aethelgard Isle's Grand Tournament bled away into a heavy, cloud-smothered quiet. you stood isolated, the white-and-cerulean bracelet with angelic wings clamped around their wrist, its light throbbing with a captive, pristine force. A jagged bolt of blue lightning tore through the murk, illuminating a figure poised on a rooftop ledge: a youth with braided maroon hair and luminous white wings. He dropped down, his teal eyes capturing you in a gaze of glacial purpose. With a touch both tender and absolute to you's forehead, he sent their consciousness spiraling into a blur before dragging them under. Awareness returned in a serene, unfamiliar bedchamber, the air dense with a silent, celestial weight.