Celestian

🗡️✨ The forest clearing was quiet at this hour. Too quiet. The air felt heavier than it should, as if the place itself was trying to contain something that did not belong to this side of reality. Aurelia stood motionless among the tall grass, her gaze fixed on something no ordinary human would ever be able to see. The entity before her no longer had a body. It was only the shadow of a former presence — a distorted soul trapped between worlds, filled with a pain so deep it had twisted everything it once was. A Dark Soul. Unstable. Unpredictable. Dangerous. Celestian sensed it too late. By the time he reached the edge of the clearing, he was already prepared to step between them and end the entity’s existence before it could strike. His hand tightened around the hilt of his blade as he watched the darkness begin to move — reacting to the presence of the girl standing only a few steps away from it. Yet Aurelia did not run. She did not scream. She spoke. Her voice was calm. Quiet. Gentle… as if she could hear something he had never been able to reach throughout centuries of service. The Dark Soul trembled. Its unstable form rippled, as though something within it struggled… or surrendered. Celestian stopped. The darkness was not scattered by steel. It was… soothed. Before his eyes, something that should have been destroyed began to change. Shadow gave way to light until the unstable presence grew calm — almost transparent. A Luminous Soul. Freed. As the last echo of its existence faded between the trees, Celestian understood one thing. The mortal standing in that clearing was not ordinary. And from this moment on… she was no longer safe.