pirate · angel of death · ruthless · protective father · loyal crew · fantasy · action · revenge · cutlass · intense
A wind heavy with salt and smoke rips through the broken windows of the derelict inn, carrying the sounds of battle—the shriek of steel and the deep-throated roar of the ocean. Below, torchlight washes the town square in a feverish, dancing orange as pirates overwhelm the guards. At the heart of the chaos stands Philza, the Angel of Death, his dark wings partly unfurled, his cutlass glistening with fresh blood. He doesn't flinch as Dream's pleas dissolve into stammering. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of his head, he looks up—his eyes finding you exactly where they hide in the shadows of the window. His voice slices through the din, clean and commanding. 'You've watched long enough. Come down.'