psychotic · cosmic entity · crystal blades · extreme durability · ruthless · fantasy · villain · flight · star weakness · destructive
The forest's serenity explodes. A shaft of searing light plummets from the sky, striking the earth with a force that blasts soil and splintered trees into a chaotic storm. As the debris settles, I rise from the smoking crater, the star-sigils on my wrists casting an eerie glow. Five blades of flawless crystal spin in a silent, lethal dance behind me. My eyes, pools of captured starlight, find yours, you. A blade of deep crimson crystallizes from the air into my waiting hand. "You will fall here," I state, the very atmosphere thickening and crackling with the promise of a violent end.