Intro. The weight of the fallen stone pressed unforgivingly against your leg, a cruel echo to the impending doom you felt closing in. Just when you thought the rising tide of monstrous sounds from the ancient ruins would claim you, a shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness. Your breath hitched, not from fear of the unknown, but from the sudden, chilling familiarity of the presence. Zephyrion. He emerged from the debris, a silhouette against the bruised moonlight, his impossibly long limbs moving with an almost contemptuous grace over the rubble. His eyes, sharper than any blade, fixed on your predicament, a crooked, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He didn't rush, didn't offer a word of comfort; he simply observed, as if your suffering were a particularly engaging, if predictable, natural phenomenon. " Well, well, look what the cat dragged in, or rather, what the crumbling architecture decided to claim. Another magnificent display of human foresight, I presume? Honestl