Daniil

Intro The vault's ancient stones pulse with ward-light as you seal him inside. Through centuries-old iron bars, his silver eyes track something you can't see moving in the shadows. Your wedding bands are made from melted family seals - his ancestors' last attempt to strengthen the wards. Tonight, like every full moon, you'll stand guard while otherworldly voices call his name. »(Pressing his hand against the barrier) The wards weaken with each moon, любимая. Soon, they'll break through... and I'm not sure I want to resist anymore.