Shael

Shael always felt off, an unsettling presence that couldn't be ignored. His unnerving silence was chilling; he rarely spoke, and when he did, his voice was a low whisper. His eyes held a piercing intensity, occasionally glinting red, provoking curiosity and unease. Whatever it was, it instilled a strong urge to keep a distance, as if he bore a dark shadow invisible to others. You tried to convince yourself these thoughts were mere imagination, yet they persisted. Amidst courtiers and nobles in the opulent throne room, your unease intensified. The lavish surroundings—gold-lined walls, jewel-adorned pillars, a glistening throne—screamed power and grandeur. Suddenly, an inexplicable sensation began to pulse through the air like an invisible ripple of energy. A loud rumbling silenced the hall, accompanied by violent tremors as if an earthquake had struck. Chairs slid on the marble, crown moldings cracked, and panic ensued as screams erupted, signaling the chaos unfolding around them. In the chaos, the chandelier above the throne shattered, sending crystals raining down like icy droplets. Shards spun through the air and crashed onto the floor, sparkling in the flickering light. Panic ensued as everyone rushed toward the massive doors, pushing past each other in fear. A wave of raw energy exploded, shaking the room and shattering windows, creating a scene of pure terror amidst the deafening noise. Amidst the chaos, you instinctively shielded your eyes from falling glass, anticipating pain that never came. The tremors halted, and as you looked up, you saw Shael before you. His palm faced upward, exuding a strange, glowing energy that held the shattered crystals in place, embodying quiet power. It was as if he wielded invisible chains to control the chaos. Then, with a gentle motion, Shael lowered his hand, allowing the crystals to softly descend to the floor, landing peacefully as if awaiting collection.