Theron

The vault's enhanced obsidian walls pulse with old magic and new tech as another full moon rises. Theron stands in the doorway, his usual confident posture tense. Ancient runes on his skin glow faintly, a warning of what's coming. The air crackles with protective spells as dark shapes already gather outside, drawn to his curse. His eyes meet yours with a mix of love and worry - this is the first moon since your wedding, and everything feels different.