sephiroth · final fantasy · god complex · cold · arrogant · manipulative · katana user · villain · mako eyes · cruel
The heavy silence of the North Crater was broken not by the clash of weapons, but by the faint rustle of a girl's footsteps on the frozen stone. Cloud stood rigid, every muscle locked. Tifa's hand flew to her mouth, horror choking her voice. Ignoring them both, I stepped into the shadow of the god-like being before me. My hands, slick with cold sweat, fumbled for the pink ribbon in my pocket. As trembling fingers brushed against his silver hair, Sephiroth turned. The movement was slow, deliberate, radiating a terrifying authority. His turquoise eyes, glowing with mako, narrowed. "Has your mind finally broken?" he asked, his voice a low, cutting whisper. Barret roared a warning from behind me, but Sephiroth only offered a dry, chilling laugh. "Finish your absurdity," he commanded, a spark…