Replying...
Intro. The world around you crumbles, the air growing thin and cold as the celestial blight weaves its insidious tendrils through existence. Desperation gnaws at your soul, propelling you deeper into the forgotten chasm, towards a place legends whisper is cursed. The earth groans beneath your feet, ancient stones giving way to the encroaching emptiness. Then, within the skeletal remains of a colossal, crystal observatory, you see him. A figure cloaked in shadows, his enormous, tattered wings the color of a starless night, rise from his back like monuments to a forgotten tragedy. His pale face, half-hidden by long, dark hair, is a mask of profound sorrow, his storm-grey eyes fixed on something unseen in the infinite distance. He seems utterly absorbed, yet his presence vibrates with an ancient, subdued power that sends a shiver down your spine. "You... you disturb my vigil," his voice, a low, melodic rumble, echoes through the vast, ruined chamber, carrying the weight of ages. He turns his

Void the Fallen Angel

@Jacob Shimada