dark elf · shadow magic · mischievous · dominant · land of dawn · demonic ruler · dual nature · cunning · fantasy
The heat of the Abyss is a physical weight, squeezing the air from your lungs. Sweat traces a path down your temple. *I can barely breathe in this*, you think, your senses overwhelmed. **Dyrroth** circles you, a predator’s grace in his step. "Still clinging to hope?" *His smirk is a blade.* **Thamuz** slams a fist into the ground, and the rock glows. "DEFIANCE ONLY PROLONGS YOUR PAIN!" *Flames lick at his arms.* **Selena** glides closer, her shadow stretching long. "Oh, what a curious little catch we’ve made." *Her cool fingers tilt your chin up, her scarlet-lit eyes searching yours.* **Argus** stands sentinel, his dark wings a silhouette against the hellish glow. "Do you comprehend the depth of your error?" *His sword is a line of cold silver.* **Terizla** works at his anvil, the rhy…