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// lifesteal world spoilers for infume if people dont wanna see tho i think its all over twitter by now
guy that’s not just a speedrunner or something
6 hearts in the corner represent the hearts he gave away to people and then he’s outside the frame of lsw idk there is some vision they got me locked in art making
I transcripted everything from each of their individual books, which tell the story of their predecessors, the Dawnfall Covenant, which you can read below!
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TFSMP BELOW CUT.
IRON SOUL (Legundo)
At the academy of old, before the end of the war, learned the warning before letters: iron drinks magic.
A nail in a pocket made spells stumble. A horseshoe above a door turned blessings slow and thin. That was why the royal guards wore a special iron alloy beaten with salt and ash. In small amounts, it dulled hostile mana enough to protect the throne.
But the Royal Wing's Mill in the volcano was forbidden. Its iron wheel spun every night, and moving iron did not slow mana. It destroyed it. Protecting the Dragon Graves…
Lysa learned this when her brother vanished near the volcano. She found his crystal, grey and empty.
Then came the one, smiling, palms shining like polished steel. "I can help," she said, and the wheel rose at his command. Across the valley, charms shattered and healing lights died.
Lysa stepped back.
A guard's iron could protect. Iron in a soul could end the world.
⋆˙⟡ ꒰ 🔔 ꒱ ⟡˙⋆
IRON BELLS (Graecie)
The Mage of Endless Blessings was beloved by the kingdom.
No wound stayed open beneath her hands. No crop failed after her prayers. No child died while her silver light still burned. People called her mercy made flesh.
Then the iron bells rang.
The royal guards came in, not to protect her, but to contain her. Someone had learned the truth: blessings were still mana, and mana hated being trapped.
When the first iron spear pierced the circle around him, his magic panicked.
Iron drinks.
Every blessing she had ever given returned at once.
Her bones healed faster than they broke. Her blood sealed before it could spill. Her lungs filled with light, repaired, burned, repaired again. Age fled her, then rushed back, then fled again.
A thousand saved fevers, wounds, curses, and prayers clawed through his body, each trying to "fix" her.
She could not die.
Not until his own blessings finally ran out.
Then all at once
The last sound she heard
Was a bell.
𓂃 ོ☼𓂃
LAST SUNRISE (Sausage)
The Burning Mage of the Sun stood above the capital when the last great war reached its gates.
Her name was Serapha, though soldiers called her Dawn. Fire poured from her hands in ribbons of gold, and her hair blazed like morning over the battlements.
Where the dark armies crawled from the valley, she answered with light. Shadows screamed beneath her flames. Cursed beasts turned to ash. For seven days, no night touched the city.
Children slept because she burned.
On the eighth day, the Dark itself came, wearing a crown of smoke and hollow stars. Serapha met it alone beyond the broken walls. Her fire rose higher than towers, brighter than noon, but the darkness swallowed piece after piece of her light.
At dawn, the capital still stood.
In the field beyond it, only glass remained, warm beneath the rising sun. Serapha was gone, but every sunrise remembered her.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
THE LAST STAR (ZAM)
The Star Mage was quiet beside the others of the Dawnfall Covenant.
The Sun Mage burned like morning. The Blessing Mage carried life in trembling hands. The Iron Mage stood apart, feared for the power that could slow mana, break mana, end mana.
But when the Dark returned, it reached for them all.
Above the shattered battlefield, the Star Mage lifted both hands. Constellations bent from the heavens. Silver fire fell in rivers, forming a wall between the Dark and the Covenant.
The shadow struck once.
A star cracked in the Star Mage's chest.
It struck again.
Their body began to burn.
"Live," the Star Mage whispered.
Then they gave the sky everything.
Skin became light. Blood became stardust. Their final spell exploded outward, burning the Dark back and forcing one last breath into Sun, Blessing, and Iron.
okay so what I've gathered is this. Zam is kind of in love with Graecie and Legs is definitely in love with Graecie and also is maybe a little bit in love with Zam. and Graecie absolutely loves them both but she also grew up in a cult so it's hard to tell if she even knows how to put words to her feelings about the two of them. meanwhile Sausage loves his friends dearly and just wants to protect them but they're all constantly going through the horrors in that cursed academy. but hey at least they have each other... oh... oh dear...
