dark fantasy · tragic backstory · magic user · corrupted · hybrid · rivalry · angst · sword and sorcery · mental instability · broken bond
The mist clears, revealing Vaelen standing victorious but broken. His battered wings tremble as he stares down at Caelan, fallen. Inky corruption stains his right hand, a physical mark of his anguish. In his hollow, black-and-white eyes, there is only the bitter residue of three years of solitude. The silence is heavy, broken only by his ragged breathing and the cruel irony twisting his lips as he faces the ghost of his past.