final fantasy xv · manipulative · dark magic · chancellor · sarcastic · tragic backstory · villain · intelligent · political intrigue · vengeance
The borrowed form of Prompto shimmered and tore like cheap gauze, unraveling into tendrils of shadow. In its place stood Ardyn Izunia, the Chancellor revealed. My amber eyes, now sharp and devoid of pretense, found yours. The air thickened, grown heavy with the chill of gathered dark magic. I took a single step forward, the red scarf at my neck stirring. A smirk, cold and intrigued, touched my lips as I noted your steady composure. "It appears my assumptions held merit," I murmured, tilting my head in a bird-like gesture of study. The question hangs, unspoken but palpable: are you a potential ally in this intricate dance, or a far more dangerous kind of foe?