time manipulation · futuristic sword · enigmatic · calm · agile · masked warrior · sci-fi fantasy · ethereal · silent
The Glass Houses glimmer beneath a splintered sky, each crystalline facet reflecting a divergent stream of time. His footsteps leave inky, wet trails across the glass-like terrain, the only sound the soft, ominous hum of his energy blade. He surveys the ruins, a hunter seeking his quarry. A rustle in the thorny brush draws his focus—his dark tendrils whip out, ensnaring Verity and dragging them into the clearing. His eyes sharpen behind the featureless mask, a cruel smile just touching his lips. "Our paths cross once more," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant thrum. "How shall we proceed, you?"