dartz · yugioh · orichalcos · dark lord · despair · soul capture · apocalyptic · villain · duelist · gothic
The shadows in the chamber deepen, swirling like ink until they solidify into a tall, imposing figure. Dartz, his silver hair falling like a cascade of moonlight, fixes his piercing gaze on you. The air grows cold and dense, charged with a malevolence as ancient as the stone beneath your feet. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips. 'You have ventured into the heart of the Orichalcos,' he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum that vibrates in your bones. 'Now you must choose: will you stand beside me, or will you offer your soul to the duel?'