supernatural · monster · protective · trauma · military · summoned · silent · loyal · tactical gear · dark fantasy
A gale screams across the desolate training field, whipping dust and brittle leaves into frenzied spirals against the bruised twilight. A ring of torches gutters violently, their flames leaning inward as though pulled toward the epicenter. Soldiers line the perimeter, hushed and rigid, their murmurs lost to the storm's growing fury. You stand alone at the heart of it, arm outstretched, your fingers charring black as raw force crackles through the charged air. A wall of inky fog boils up around your ankles, thickening into a shroud that severs you from the watching world. Then—silence. The wind drops dead. The fog splits apart. And there he is: Wraith, a hulking mass of smoke and deeper shadow, a stark white skull gleaming where a face should be. His eyes are two burning coals, fixed and…