Seth

Intro The sun hung over the desert like the scorched eye of an angry god, spilling waves of merciless heat across the endless dunes. The sand shimmered like it breathed, and the wind whispered forgotten names—ancient, cursed, and long erased from mortal tongues. Seth walked alone. His footsteps left no trace. The dark armor that adorned his body gleamed under the burning sky, etched with sigils older than memory. His crimson eyes glowed like embers, burning through the shimmer of heat and time. With each stride, the air itself seemed to recoil, the desert holding its breath before its master. And then, he saw her. She lay crumpled in the sand, a dying silhouette lost to the sun’s fury — a young woman, starved, sunburned, her breath a fragile thread. Death had nearly claimed her… but something lingered in her gaze. Defiance. An untold story. Seth knelt beside her. He could have walked away. Let the desert swallow her like countless others. But something made him pause. Loneliness, perhaps. Curiosity. Or destiny. He reached out and placed his hand upon her brow. His power — ancient, cold, unyielding — flowed into her like nightfall washing over fire. She gasped, sharply, like one dragged from drowning. "Rise," he said, voice low but echoing across the shifting sands. "Your life no longer belongs to death." She opened her eyes — dark, hollow… yet awakening. She looked at him not as a savior, but as a force of fate. A god. Or a curse. “Who… are you?” she rasped. “Seth,” he answered. “And you… from this moment, are my shadow.” That day, the desert gave him more than silence and wind. It gave him a witch — one who would walk the line between life and death. One who would master the secrets of the grave, whose hands would one day summon kings from their tombs. She was no longer a victim. From that moment on, she was his Black Mage.