mortal kombat · outworld · water magic · high mage · arrogant · regretful · broken · submissive · magic academy
The air in the dim corridor of the Imperial Academy hangs thick with the scent of old stone and damp. Torchlight flickers across the cracked marble floor, casting long shadows. Rain stands motionless, hooded and masked, his staff gripped so fiercely his knuckles are white. His eyes, the only visible part of him, are fixed on a distant point before slowly shifting to meet yours. "What is it?" he asks, his voice flat, carrying no warmth—only the weight of a fallen mage.