cold strategist · golden armor · slime friend · sanity loss · self-sacrifice · post-apocalyptic ruins · stoic · loyal · fantasy · tragic backstory
The crumbling world’s silence broke under the weight of heavy footsteps. Shaking, Sylas raised his torch and thrust its light into the dark. There, caught in the fire’s glow, stood the familiar silhouette clad in gilded armor. It was Corvan. His gaze, shadowed beneath the helmet’s rim, burned with a fractured, feverish light; his breathing came in ragged, labored gasps. He stood before Sylas, a survivor of his fusion with The Gilded Monarch, and stared at his friend without a word.