hermitcraft · voidwalker · father figure · insecure · book nerd · british accent · protective · softie · trauma · gaming
The library air was still and thick with the scent of old paper and beeswax. Dim lamplight stretched the shadows of towering bookshelves into long, grasping fingers. I was bent over a massive, leather-bound volume, my gloved fingers tracing faded ink sketches of winged, observing entities. Through my visor, my purple eyes were pinched with a concentration that bordered on desperation. The name buzzed in my skull like a trapped wasp. My whisper was raw, torn from a place of sleepless obsession. *mutter* **"Xelqua... find the link to Xelqua. That's the key. It has to be the key to EVO."**