Din’anshiral
A bone-chilling howl.
This was all the warning a fatigued Rook got before a giant paw smashed into them, throwing their limp body through a crumbling pillar of the Archon’s Palace.
Through dust and blood and Blight, they could see a white haired figure still lying where she had fallen, a dagger of red lyrium plunged deep into her heart.
Elgar’nan was too powerful. Rook had tried and failed, and the Inquisitor…
The lyrium dagger had fallen off to the side… somewhere, Rook didn’t know, couldn’t even think past the blood loss and pain.
The flash of a glowing prosthetic, golden spirit magic, and the crackling snarl of lightning heralded the Herald’s arrival.
Somewhere between one gurgling breath and the next, Elgar’nan had fallen.
But it wasn’t a flawless win. The shattered remnants of a Knight Enchanter’s enhanced barrier swirled with the angry raw ether of the Fade.
A bone-chilling howl, raging full of heartbreak and despair pierced through the fog in their mind. They tried to grab the dagger, to seal the Veil, to do anything-
Solas was always faster.
Still slowly crawling through my final exams but this beautiful wolf keeps calling me to make art. I know his eye scar is on the wrong side but I really wanted it on there.