Dināanshiral
A bone-chilling howl.
This was all the warning a fatigued Rook got before a giant paw smashed into them, throwing their limp body through a crumbling pillar of the Archonās Palace.
Through dust and blood and Blight, they could see a white haired figure still lying where she had fallen, a dagger of red lyrium plunged deep into her heart.
Elgarānan was too powerful. Rook had tried and failed, and the Inquisitorā¦
The lyrium dagger had fallen off to the sideā¦ somewhere, Rook didnāt know, couldnāt even think past the blood loss and pain.
The flash of a glowing prosthetic, golden spirit magic, and the crackling snarl of lightning heralded the Heraldās arrival.
Somewhere between one gurgling breath and the next, Elgarānan had fallen.
But it wasnāt a flawless win. The shattered remnants of a Knight Enchanterās enhanced barrier swirled with the angry raw ether of the Fade.
A bone-chilling howl, raging full of heartbreak and despair pierced through the fog in their mind. They tried to grab the dagger, to seal the Veil, to do anything-
Solas was always faster.
Still slowly crawling through my final exams but this beautiful wolf keeps calling me to make art. I know his eye scar is on the wrong side but I really wanted it on there.
