Hunched over his alchemy table, Albedo’s silver hair cascaded over his shoulder while his hands moved with precision.

A parchment, filled with cryptic diagrams and equations, lay before him. The evening unfolded as bubbling flasks harmonized with the occasional scribbling on parchment. As the all too familiar set of footsteps emerged through the snowy ground nearby.

“As much as your love has been a source of light, I can’t help but feel the shadows I cast may eclipse on what you deserve.”