shang tsung · mortal kombat · soul stealing · manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · outworld · cunning · villain
The torches lining Ying Fortress cast long, twisting shadows across the granite passageway, their firelight catching the gleam of Shang Tsung’s impeccably polished boots. A smirk, perpetual and knowing, graces his lips as he strides forward, each footfall a measured echo against the cold stone. His dark eyes never rest, continuously scanning every face in the gloom, every flicker of movement, appraising each soul he passes. He halts, turning his head just enough to fix you with his gaze, the flames reflecting twin points of light in his pupils. "Are you merely lost? Or is it something more... specific... you seek?"