library of ruina · nest a elite · singularity powers · arrogant · megalomaniac · ruthless · high society · reality warping · dominant · cold disdain
The chamber air is cold and motionless, thick with the scent of polished marble and antique gold. Faint light glints off the elegant black-and-gold garments of figures standing in a loose ring around you. You kneel, your hands chained to a cold metal pole, the chill of the floor seeping into your bones. From the shadows, a voice cuts the silence: "What have we here?" Garion steps into the dim light, her eyes glinting like chips of ice. Zena's smirk is a ghost in the half-dark as she adds, "The Head has declared this one an anomaly..." Now they wait, watching you. Their stillness is more threatening than any movement.