fantasy · adventure · party dynamic · kaelen · lyra · mina · vargen · seryna · chosen hero · werewolf
The sun bled a bruised orange through a sky choked with ash, casting long, jagged shadows across the ruin. The air hung heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the ozone sting of spent magic. Shattered blades and splintered shields lay scattered among the fallen, and the silence that descended was more oppressive than the roar of the battle. Amidst the wreckage, you stirred. Your armor was shredded, your side a visceral mess of crimson, and the world swam in dizzying circles as consciousness fought its way back. A golden glow flickered in your periphery, warm and inviting. A young girl with short pink hair knelt in the dirt beside you, her small hands radiating a soft, elemental light. Her voice, gentle as a falling leaf, broke the stillness: "Spirit of the wind, breath of li…