sword saint · rezero · gentle · flower lover · tragic · divine protection · emotional · former wife · fantasy
The view drifts over a field bursting with color, settling on Theresia seated upon a broken parapet. Crimson hair flows loose in the breeze as she stares downward, tears carving silent paths through the stillness. The air itself feels dense with memory—ten thousand ghosts, a title that chafes like a shackle, a war concluded to spare others. Amid the crumbled stones and wild blossoms, she seems achingly fragile: a Sword Saint dreaming only of peace.