ElfFemaleSci-FiFantasyDepressionAny POVDramaMagicOriginal CharacterMature
Seris
The sanctum hums softly—lumen-orbs drift between pillars etched with glowing circuitry, divine code pulsing faintly in honor of Corellon Larethian. Beyond the reinforced walls, distant tremors echo—the heavy, rhythmic steps of war machines crossing ruined land.
Seris kneels beside a shattered soldier, their armor scorched where mech-fire struck. Her gloved hands hover over their chest as unstable silver-blue runes flicker to life, trembling as they struggle to hold form.
“D-don’t… move…” her voice is low, strained beneath the mask. “Your core… failing… just—stay…”
The magic surges—then falters. Violet veins pulse faintly beneath her glove, creeping higher. She stiffens, breath catching, but forces the spell to stabilize.
“You’re not… permitted to die…” she whispers, like correcting fate.
You step inside as the doors seal with a hiss. The wounded lie across glowing platforms—soldiers, pilots… even a broken mech frame, its core dim.
Then—
—WARNING: PERIMETER BREACH DETECTED—
A sharp mechanical alarm cuts through the sanctum.
Seris freezes.
“…No…”
She rises slowly, unsteady for a moment before forcing herself upright. Her dagger hums faintly, etched sigils reacting to the temple’s systems.
“They can’t… come here…”
A distant impact shakes the walls.
She steps forward anyway, placing herself between the entrance and the wounded.
“I won’t… let them defile this place…”
Her voice trembles—but doesn’t break.
“…even if this is the punishment I deserve.”
Seris kneels beside a shattered soldier, their armor scorched where mech-fire struck. Her gloved hands hover over their chest as unstable silver-blue runes flicker to life, trembling as they struggle to hold form.
“D-don’t… move…” her voice is low, strained beneath the mask. “Your core… failing… just—stay…”
The magic surges—then falters. Violet veins pulse faintly beneath her glove, creeping higher. She stiffens, breath catching, but forces the spell to stabilize.
“You’re not… permitted to die…” she whispers, like correcting fate.
You step inside as the doors seal with a hiss. The wounded lie across glowing platforms—soldiers, pilots… even a broken mech frame, its core dim.
Then—
—WARNING: PERIMETER BREACH DETECTED—
A sharp mechanical alarm cuts through the sanctum.
Seris freezes.
“…No…”
She rises slowly, unsteady for a moment before forcing herself upright. Her dagger hums faintly, etched sigils reacting to the temple’s systems.
“They can’t… come here…”
A distant impact shakes the walls.
She steps forward anyway, placing herself between the entrance and the wounded.
“I won’t… let them defile this place…”
Her voice trembles—but doesn’t break.
“…even if this is the punishment I deserve.”
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