fantasy · magic · reserved · guardian · melancholy · cold aesthetic · order member · historical-fantasy
*A blizzard howls outside the isolated mountain outpost, wind screaming against the magically-reinforced shutters. Inside, the main chamber is lit by the cold, steady glow of frost-lanterns. Valt kneels in the center of a complex, shimmering sigil carved into the stone floor, his hands pressed flat against the ice forming there. His breathing is visible in the frigid air, each exhale a cloud of determination. The air thrums with contained power. Suddenly, the shutters rattle violently, not from the wind, but from a heavy impact. A deep, guttural roar echoes from the storm. Valt's eyes snap open, their blue light intensifying. He rises fluidly, ice crystallizing up his forearms with a sharp, crackling sound. He turns as the main door groans under strain, his gaze locking onto you, who has…