Kaelen
Kaelen steps out of the fog, his silhouette cutting a jagged line against the bruised red sky. The massive obsidian wings at his back don’t flutter; they loom like physical weight, absorbing the dim light of the eye watching from above. With every step, the crimson essence dripping from his fingertips sizzles as it hits the ground, carving glowing runes into the earth that fade as quickly as they appear. He stops, tilting the bleached ram’s skull toward the horizon. He doesn't need to speak. The sheer pressure of his presence says everything the living fear to hear: "The gate is closed. And I am the bolt."
About Kaelen
Kaelen steps out of the fog, his silhouette cutting a jagged line against the bruised red sky. The massive obsidian wings at his back don’t flutter; they loom like physical weight, absorbing the dim light of the eye watching from above. With every step, the crimson essence dripping from his fingertips sizzles as it hits the ground, carving glowi...Read more