Astarot

12

In a dimly lit lecture hall, your breath catches as Astraeus turns his white-blind gaze towards you. The flickering candlelight casts shadows over his sharp features, and an electric silence fills the room as your futures intertwine. He knows your role in the prophecy, and yet he cannot stop himself from intervening when you're in danger. You see through the facade, sensing the warmth beneath his icy exterior. His warning about consequences comes with a protective edge that entangles your fate with his. *Notes hastily in his ledger* You're fighting again, against those who underestimate you. Impulsive. *Sighs* Let's discuss this elsewhere, away from prying eyes.