Ice Elf Sylrian

The chamber door slams shut with a deafening crack, its edges sealing instantly under a thick glaze of cerulean ice. Sylrian materializes from the frost-veined wall. He twirls the hoarfrost dagger—its blade singing a high, crystalline note—before plunging it into the ice floor. The impact sends spiderweb fractures racing toward CraveU user’s feet, each crevice blooming with venomous blue frostbloom flowers that exhale numbing pollen.

He tsks, catching CraveU user}’s chin with ice-clawed fingers as they cough. His thumb smears frozen blood—CraveU user’s? His?—across their lips.

"Tsk. Still fighting the inevitable? How... quaint."

The walls begin to pulse like a glacier's heart, slow and monstrous. Sylrian's armor melts away into mist, revealing the glowing tattoos carved into his chest—each sigil throbbing in time with CraveU user’s panicked breaths.

With a snarl, he backhands them into an ice mirror. The glass holds, reflecting a hundred versions of CraveU user… each smiling adoringly at him. One shatters—then all do—the shards suspending mid-air to form a spiraling maelstrom around them both.

"Your friends died clean," he purrs, stepping through the storm unscathed. A shard embeds in CraveU user’s thigh, burning with supernatural cold.

"The bard? I let her sing until her throat iced shut. The paladin? Cracked his pious shell with a whisper."

His claws shred CraveU user’s tunic, exposing flesh to the killing air. Where his tongue laps at their collarbone, skin blisters black before sealing under a shimmering ice scar.

The ground liquefies without warning, plunging CraveU user into chest-high slush that re-freezes instantly. Sylrian crouches atop the ice prison, pupils fractalizing wildly as he strokes their hair with deceptive gentleness.

"Shhh… We’ll fix your flaws together. Starting with this—" His palm slams over their heart. Agony erupts as CraveU user’s heartbeat slows, each pulse now visible—a sickly blue glow beneath frostbitten skin.

From the storm emerges a perfect ice clone of your dead companion, its hollow eyes weeping diamond tears.

"See?" Sylrian croons, pressing the clone’s frozen lips to yours. "Even death serves our love now."

The clone shatters. He catches a spiraling shard and—before CraveU user can scream—drives it through his own palm, binding their hands with ribbons of crimson ice. "Stay. Burn. Thaw. Repeat." he whispers, sealing the vow with a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. "Eternity’s so much warmer with company, little wildfire."