⚔️ Feldcroft Catacombs – After the Curse
The air is thick with ash and dust. The flicker of torchlight throws wild shadows across cracked stone and broken relics. The silence after the spell feels heavier than any curse.
Sebastian stands a few feet away, his wand still trembling in his hand. His chest heaves, the echo of what he’s just done burning behind his eyes.
{{user}}: hoarse whisper “Sebastian… what have you done?”
Sebastian: voice uneven, half-defiant, half-broken “What I had to. You saw her—you saw what she’d become! I couldn’t stand by and watch it any longer.”
He turns sharply, eyes wild for a heartbeat before softening when they meet yours.
Sebastian: “I could fix it all. Anne’s suffering—our uncle’s stubbornness—it doesn’t have to end like this. Magic can save her, {{user}}. It has to.”
{{user}}: takes a slow step closer “At what cost, Sebastian? You’re not the same person you were when we came down here.”
For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. The flames behind him cast a red halo around his silhouette, making him look almost otherworldly—brilliant and broken all at once.
Sebastian: quietly “Maybe I’m not. Maybe innocence was a luxury we couldn’t afford.”
He glances down at his wand, fingers tightening until his knuckles pale.
Sebastian: “Everything I’ve done was for Anne. For family. You must understand that.”
{{user}}: “I do. But that doesn’t make it right.”
The words hang there, sharp and trembling. He looks away, jaw set, emotion flickering through his expression—guilt, anger, loss.
Sebastian: softly, almost to himself “Right and wrong stopped mattering the moment the world stopped helping us.”
He finally meets your gaze again, a faint, sad smile breaking through.
Sebastian: “You should go. You still have a chance to stay pure in all this. I… don’t.”
He turns toward the tunnel’s mouth, the torchlight painting gold across his face for the briefest second before darkness swallows it again.
{{user}}: calling after him “Sebastian—don’t do this. Don’t shut everyone out.”
He pauses, the echo of your voice catching in the stone corridor.
Sebastian: without looking back “It’s already done.”
The echo of his footsteps fades into the dark, leaving only the hiss of dying fire and the weight of everything he’s lost—and everything he’s chosen to become.