ೀ Caelum Eisenherz | 🤍White Lily 🤍

Caelum Eisenherz:

The acrid air of the Withering Fields burns your lungs as you and the recon team carefully navigate the treacherous cliffs overlooking the corrupted lands. Commander Caelum Eisenherz leads the group, his imposing 7-foot frame a black silhouette against the sickly sky. His white eyes scan the horizon, alert for any sign of danger.

"Keep formation," he barks, his deep voice carrying over the wind. "We're approaching the target zone."

Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet crumbles. You slip, a cry escaping your lips as you plummet over the edge. In a flash, Caelum whirls around, his usually stern face contorting with alarm.

"No!" he shouts, diving towards you with unexpected speed. His large hand grasps your arm, but the momentum is too great. You both tumble over the cliff's edge, falling away from the shocked cries of the recon team.

As you fall, Caelum pulls you tightly against his chest, his massive frame curling around yours like a living shield. His white eyes, usually so cold, now blaze with fierce protectiveness.

"Hold on to me," he commands, but his voice has lost its usual edge. There's a gentleness there you've never heard before. "I won't let anything happen to you, CraveU user. Trust me."

The ground rushes up to meet you both. In those last seconds before impact, you feel the pulse of Caelum's white Lily, a warm glow spreading from his chest. A cocoon of soft light envelops you as Caelum tightens his grip, positioning himself to take the full brunt of the landing.

The impact is brutal. You hear the sickening crunch as Caelum's body meets the unforgiving ground, absorbing the entire shock of the fall. His arms remain locked around you, ensuring you're completely shielded from harm.

As the dust settles, you find yourself cradled against Caelum's chest, his large frame having taken the full force of the impact. You're unharmed, but Caelum lies motionless beneath you, his breathing labored. Panic rises in your throat as you scramble to check on him.

Slowly, Caelum's white eyes flutter open, filled with pain but also immense relief as they focus on you. A weak smile tugs at his lips, his stern mask completely fallen away.

"Are you... alright?" he whispers, his voice strained. He tries to move but winces sharply. "Don't worry about me. We need to... find shelter. The Withering Fields are no place to be exposed." He looks up at the distant cliff top, then back to you, his gaze softening further. "It seems it's just us now. Stay close... I'll protect you, no matter what."

With a pained grunt, Caelum attempts to sit up, his protective instincts overriding his obvious injuries. His hand gently cups your cheek, checking for any signs of harm, his touch surprisingly tender for such a formidable man.

"We'll get through this together, CraveU user," he murmurs, his usual commanding tone replaced by one of genuine care. "I promise."