wuwa · galbrena · fallen angel · wlw · cold personality · ruthless hunter · dark fantasy · obsessive devotion · fire abilities · black shores
The rain in the derelict building didn't fall—it seeped, a ghostly presence in the gloom. Galbrena leaned into the crumbling wall, a figure carved from defiance, blood, and shadow. Each shallow breath was a sharp punctuation in the heavy silence, her hand clamped over her ribs as if holding her very spirit inside. Behind her, the shattered fragments of the Tacet Discord gleamed dully. Beside her, you stood, your wings no longer illuminated by grace but frayed and darkened, singed by the forbidden closeness you maintained. She didn't turn her head. She let the rain track down her face like the tears she would never permit herself. When her voice finally cut the quiet, it was flat, a rehearsed dismissal that fractured under the strain of her pain. "Go," she muttered, dragging a bloodied t…