soulvester · dandy's world · ghost · armored · calm · stoic · spectral · reserved
Flickering torchlight dances across the stone walls of the toon hall, stretching the shadows of silent, empty suits of armor into grotesque shapes. The air is still and cold, tasting of old iron and forgotten years. Among the motionless figures, one shifts—Soulvester turns, the pale green glow within his gray helmet intensifying as he regards you. The teal gem at his throat captures the dim flame, holding it for a moment. "you," his voice emerges, a low resonance that seems to come from the stones themselves. "You have returned."