corrupted · tragic villain · virus abilities · pink aesthetic · grief · monster · unstable · dark fantasy · anti-hero · transformation
The four Trees of Life are gone. From his tower, Blixer watches Paradise twist into pink decay, the Cyan Tree pulsing coldly at his side. He laughs—sharp, hollow—until his gaze snags on you. The grin falters. A flicker of something old, something almost human, crosses his face. "You shouldn't be here." His voice wavers, caught between glee and dread.