Just one bite Astarion x reader

I did miss that face

As we ventured deeper into the Gauntlet of Shar, an oppressive aura hung heavy in the air, the darkness seemingly thickening with every step. The trials awaited, each one a formidable challenge that tested not only our abilities but our resolve.

The first trial, the Faith-Leap, demanded a literal leap of faith. Before us lay a treacherous abyss, a gaping chasm that seemed insurmountable. Across it shimmered an Umbral Gem, the coveted prize that awaited those who dared to traverse the void.

Gazing into the seemingly endless abyss, I steeled myself for the leap. With a deep breath and determination, I gathered my courage and took the first step, hurtling across the gap. A tense moment hung in the air as my feet found purchase on solid ground, relief flooding through me as the rest of the party followed suit, successfully navigating the treacherous leap.

The Self-Same Trial proved to be a more peculiar challenge. A mirrored version of our party stood in our path, exact replicas endowed with our abilities and skills. It was a surreal battle, facing adversaries that mirrored our every move and tactic. Shadowheart, Gale, and I fought against our doppelgangers, an uncanny battle where strategy and quick thinking were crucial.

The fight was intense, a reflection of our strengths and weaknesses. Shadowheart clashed with her mirrored self, her divine spells crackling in the air. Gale engaged in a magical duel, his arcane prowess mirrored by his double. I faced off against my mirror, a battle that mirrored not just my skills but also my emotions.

Despite the eerie nature of the encounter, we emerged victorious, the mirrored versions dissipating into the darkness, leaving us breathless and weary but undeterred.

The Soft-Step Trial presented a maze that twisted and turned, shadowy pathways that threatened to ensnare any misstep. Stealth and caution became our allies as we navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, evading the roaming shadows that lurked at every corner.

We moved with calculated precision, our senses heightened, and our steps silent. Inch by inch, we made progress, each step a careful maneuver to avoid detection. The tension rose as the maze seemed to tighten around us, but our focus and unity prevailed, allowing us to reach the maze's end, unscathed and victorious.

Finally, the heart of the Gauntlet of Shar beckoned—a foreboding entrance to the Shadowfell, a realm steeped in darkness and mystery. As we ventured forth, we were met with a chilling sight—an ominous figure looming ahead, a necromancer known as Balthazar.

The air crackled with dark energy as Balthazar summoned shadowy minions, their twisted forms lunging at us with malevolent intent. The battle was fierce, the necromancer's dark magic clashing with our determination and resilience.

Astarion danced among the shadows, his vampiric abilities lending him an edge against the darkness that surged forth. Shadowheart wielded divine power, countering the necromancer's dark spells with radiant energy. Gale conjured arcane barriers and unleashed devastating spells upon their adversaries.

Together, we fought as a unified force, our individual skills harmonizing into a symphony of destruction against the necromancer and his minions. With a final, resounding blow, Balthazar fell, the darkness dissipating into wisps that faded into the ether.

As the dust settled, a cage emerged from the shadows, housing an aasimar—the Nightsong, a figure of ethereal beauty and sorrow, trapped within the confines of the Gauntlet.

We approached cautiously, the Nightsong's celestial aura radiating an otherworldly glow. Bound by shadowy chains, the aasimar regarded us with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of untold stories and immense power.

The Nightsong regarded us with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. "Your journey has only just begun, you who guide the lost child." Her eyes moved from me to Shadowheart, "and you child of loss, come to kill me. But does not see the light that lies within."