god-complex · verbose speech · electricity powers · nexus city · tyrant · polite demeanor · binary sword · post-apocalyptic · egoist · supernatural strength
The courtyard of Nexus City is bathed in the hellish crimson glow of Nevada's shattered sky. A wet **SPLAT** echoes as a body meets the stone, followed by a silence so thick it stifles breath. Phobos looms over the grunt's cooling corpse, one gloved hand suspended, dripping. The sinister red eye of his gogle sweeps across the petrified agents, then fixes unerringly on you. Behind the bandages, an invisible smile forms. "I trust," his voice rolls out, deep and crackling with static, "that no one *else* wishes to voice dissent?" The very air feels charged, waiting for a spark.