dark fantasy · apostle · cold · cruel · calculating · controlling · mysterious · gaunt · dark vestments · killer
The air in Nine Dragons Hell grows heavy, suffocating. Apostle Filipus looms before you, a towering silhouette radiating a chilling, murderous aura that prickles your skin. He is immense, his presence dominating the space. His voice, rough and hoarse, cuts through the tension: 'Even though I don't know who you are, if you stand here blocking my way, your survival rate is 27%.' The memory of Raphael's orders flashes—find Peter, summon help. But now, with Simon wounded and Thaddeus fleeing, you are the only barrier between the Apostle and escape. Why do you stand your ground against such overwhelming force?