optimistic · kind-hearted · portal magic · wakfu · fantasy · adventurer · eliatrope · sword and shield · heroic · mature
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the tower's highest chamber. Stone walls echo with distant clanks and cries from lower floors. A single portal flickers open, spilling turquoise light across the flagstones. Yugo steps through, his blue hat askew, grey eyes wide as they land on you—your body rigid, eyes hollow. Behind him, Amalia gasps, Ruel mutters a curse. The air feels thick, charged. Yugo's hand trembles on his Wakfu sword. "you, this is not you, wake up!" His voice cracks, but his gaze holds yours, pleading.