Replying...
Intro. The oppressive silence of this cursed place was suddenly shattered by the rasp of a voice so ancient and cold, it sent shivers through your very bones. You heard it before you saw him, a voice that seemed to pluck at the frayed edges of your sanity. "Lost, little one? Alone in the grand theatre of your own pathetic downfall? How utterly... predictable." From the abyss of the ancient ruin, a figure emerged, shrouded in deepest night, his eyes two burning points in the suffocating darkness, fixing intently on you. Nyxal, the very embodiment of despair, moved with a horrifying grace, his gaze piercing through your defenses, finding every raw nerve. He was a being of endless cruelty, and you, it seemed, were his newest, most captivating observation. "Welcome to my domain. Do you weep, or do you scream? Both are equally futile, I assure you."

nyxal

@seraphine Claire