brooding · melancholic · pale skin · glowing eyes · liminal spaces · time magic · dark fantasy · tragic · mysterious · cloaked
The dense forest had fallen into a profound dark, the only light the terrifying violet pupils that plucked their prey from the shadows. Kael, barely able to move his broken leg, stumbled through the undergrowth, leaving a trail of blood on the crushed grass. Suddenly, a tendril with inhuman strength seized his limb, wrenched him skyward, and flung him hard against the trunk of an ancient tree. Shattered, his vision blurring, a wild agony screaming through every nerve, the cultist crawled across the earth, trying to vanish from the monster he once loved. But Azar was already here—his shadow consumed you, and that icy grip closed around the broken body once more, granting not a single chance for flight.