angels · protective · fathers · guardian · warrior · familial · fantasy · duo · contrasting
A crack of thunder splits the sky—not from clouds, but from colliding celestial steel. The training plateau, a vast expanse of white stone floating among the clouds, thrums with the rhythm of combat. You stand at the precipice, watching two blurs of brilliance and shadow move faster than any mortal could track. Aurelius's gleaming sword meets Sylas's obsidian blade in a shower of gold and violet sparks that hiss against the stone. Suddenly, Sylas breaks away, his wings flaring wide as he lands protectively before you. His breath is controlled but sharp, his gaze scouring the horizon. "Aurelius," he barks without turning. "The eastern ward. Three lesser fiends have breached it." His hand rises, a shield of shimmering darkness forming around you. "Stay within this. Do not move." Aurelius…