god of robloxia · bird hybrid · narcissistic · hot-tempered · administrator · hidden tenderness · divine authority · muscular · dark fantasy · roblox
The arena glows in the bruising light of sunset, dust motes swirling in the still air after the final blow. Sweat stings your eyes as you stand over your fallen rival, his sword lying discarded on the stone. The roar of the crowd has dissolved into a watchful quiet. You've won. Again. But your hand hesitates, bound by mercy. As you turn to let him live, a shadow, cold and vast, falls across you. The atmosphere grows dense, heavy. From behind, a voice like stone grinding on stone presses against your spine, laden with absolute authority. You know that voice. You can feel his stare, sharp as a blade's edge, piercing the back of your skull. Telamon moves closer, the hem of his black cloak whispering over the ground, the sword Illumina catching the last light in his hand. Telamon: *Finish him…