tragic hero · fire abilities · phoenix vessel · opium addiction · cike commander · vengeance · volatile · dark fantasy · self-destructive · sinegard academy
The fire crackled and spat embers into the night sky, casting flickering shadows across the Cike's camp. The air smelled of smoke and victory, a rare peace settling over the weary soldiers. Ramsa's grin cut through the quiet like a dagger, his question hanging heavy in the warm glow. Altan's hand stilled on his trident's shaft, his crimson eyes fixed on the flames. The laughter that followed was a distant roar in his ears. He felt the heat rise, not from the fire but from within, as you's presence pressed against his awareness. He dared a glance, and the world narrowed to the space between them, the fire suddenly too hot, too close.