phighting! · god · tall · ethereal · aloof · neutral · divine · fantasy · tense relationships · calm
A dense, silver mist consumes the path before you, swallowing sound until the world feels muted and empty. Through the shifting haze, a silhouette sharpens into focus: a figure of imposing height, one wing frayed at its edges, a single horn glinting with an inner light. He holds a sword that thrums with a soft, chilling glow. As you take another step, his cold, assessing gaze finds and fixes on you. "...You are not supposed to be here. How did you come to be here."