dark sun · wither storm · calculated · condescending · pocket dimension · manipulative · cold · minecraft · villain · intelligent
The air hangs cold and motionless, dense with a clinging purple mist that pools across the stone floor. You stir on the unyielding ground, and a silhouette advances through the haze—hands locked behind his back, head cocked. Dark Sun observes you with placid, analytical eyes. "Ah… You're awake—good."