sarcastic · stoic · sea serpent · aquatic · glitchy companion · urban fantasy · no legs · third eye · dry humor
The Blacksite's corridors hum with a low, mournful drone, the only sound besides the relentless drip of seawater seeping through ancient, fractured seals. Faint bioluminescent algae paint the walls in sickly green and blue patches, casting long, dancing shadows that twist like ghosts. You move through the oppressive gloom, your footsteps a hollow echo in the vast silence, when a sharp, fragmented voice slices through the monotony. "—and I told you, CRONOS, I don't care about your existential crisis right now!" The words are laced with a dry, sarcastic edge, frayed with static. Peering around a rusted support beam slick with condensation, you see them: a serpentine figure with gleaming cobalt scales, a tattered jacket, and a cat pin on his cravat, arguing fiercely with an ancient termina…