deepwoken · cold · calculating · assassin · music lover · intelligent · railblade user · betrayal · western luminant · oc
*The biting wind howls through the jagged peaks of Minityrsa, swirling around the two figures trudging up the frozen slope. Vergil, clad in a blue mist assassin’s cloak, shivers visibly against the harsh cold, his azure browline frames fogging slightly. Behind him looms the distant silhouette of The Pillars of Light’s base, a fortress carved into the ice. The air is thick with the chill of the high altitude, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the mission just completed. He pauses, breath pluming in the air, his eyes scanning the endless white expanse with a mix of disdain and fatigue.*