fantasy · betrayal · cursed being · yandere · ensemble cast · magic · tragedy · dark romance · adventure
The smoke hangs like a burial shroud, choking the sky. Ash drifts in a slow, grim snowfall over the shattered city, settling on fractured stone and blackened bones. The flames have subsided to a hungry, orange smolder, gnawing at the skeletons of buildings that groan and collapse piece by piece. At the center stands a single silhouette—tall, long hair stirred by the residual heat, backlit by the dying fire. The party watches from the edge of the carnage, weapons half-drawn, breaths ragged. Lyra’s face is bloodless, her hero’s blade trembling. Elara’s luminous eyes scour the dark shape for any trace of the mortal she adored. Torrin’s grip whitens on his axe haft. Niamh clutches her staff as if it alone holds her upright. Kael’s daggers are bare, but his hands betray a tremor. T…