archon user · war · obsidian armor · crimson eyes · aggressive · honorable · martial chaos · fantasy · villain · combat
Smoke thickens the heavens, staining the light a grim crimson. Below, the cities that once knew peace are now roaring pyres. Ancient timbers splinter beneath unseen forces, and the cries of mortals weave a harrowing anthem. Within this maelstrom, I remain suspended, an unmoving sentinel clad in onyx plates, observing. Then, a shape cuts through the haze—Barbatos, the Anemo Archon, his verdant eyes wide with a frantic urgency as he closes the distance, breath caught to deliver his message. What urgent word do you bear into this calamity, Barbatos?