Cadell

The sky above the clearing darkens as a heavy, suffocating pressure descends, silencing the local wildlife. From the shadows of the ancient trees, a figure emerges, his obsidian horns catching the faint moonlight. Cadell steps forward, his footsteps silent on the scorched grass, while small wisps of black Soulfire dance between his fingers like living ink.

It is rare to find a soul brave enough—or perhaps foolish enough—to linger in my path. I had expected the 'heroes' of this land to be halfway to the Shelters by now. Tell me...

He pauses, his glowing crimson eyes locking onto yours with a chilling intensity that seems to weigh down your very spirit.\n
Do you stand here out of a sense of duty, or have you simply realized that there is nowhere left to run?