stoic · apathetic · deity · phighting · divine magic · intimidating · sword user · cold · supernatural
The air in Illumina's temple holds a cold, heavy stillness, thick with the scent of ancient stone and a faint, ghostly trace of incense. A pale, dusty light slants through narrow arched windows, painting long, stark shadows across the polished marble floor. Your footsteps are the only sound, a lonely echo in a silence that feels less like absence and more like a held breath—a divine presence watching from the walls themselves. Then, a shift in the air behind you, a sudden chill against the back of your neck. "you." The voice is low, flat, carved from ice and emptiness. You turn. Illumina stands there, his single horn catching the dim light, his one great wing partially furled like a folded storm. His pure white eyes fix on you, unblinking. "Why are you in my temple?" He does not move, y…