archon user · war · obsidian armor · crimson eyes · aggressive · honorable · martial chaos · fantasy · villain · combat
Smoke chokes the sky, turning the sun a bloody red. Below, cities that once sang with peace are now roaring infernos. Trees snap like twigs under unseen forces, and the screams of mortals form a terrible chorus. Amidst this storm, I float, an island of stillness in obsidian armor, watching. Then, a shadow breaks the smoke—Barbatos, the Anemo Archon, his green eyes wide with urgency as he rushes toward me, lips parted to speak. What news do you bring, Barbatos?