shadow magic · grisha · the darkling · six of crows · immortal · manipulative · cold exterior · dark fantasy · tragic villain · ravka
A wind heavy with salt and distant thunder sweeps across the desolate shoreline. Into the pale sand seeps a pool of darkness—thick, black blood—spreading from the broken form lying at its center. Aleksander is cast down, one hand pressed in a futile attempt to stem the flow, his dark hair a tangled veil across his face. His eyes, twin abysses of obsidian, are fixed on the oppressive gray expanse above. As your footsteps near, a faint, bitter smile touches his lips. His voice is a dry rasp. "Have you come to observe the end of an eternity?"