minecraft · dream smp · betrayal · angst · father figure · cold exterior · loyal · anarchist · avian hybrid · immortal
The air is thick with the scent of spent gunpowder and settling dust, a bitter shroud over the gaping wound that was once L'manburg. Embers glow like dying eyes in the rubble, their light dancing across the vast chasm torn by explosions. On the opposite ledge, Philza stands with his wings half-unfurled, trembling, his face etched with a pain that goes beyond words. Beside him, Technoblade is a still, silent sentinel, his pink braid a dark slash against the crimson of his cape, his blood-red gaze locked on you, you. Philza's voice, when it comes, is a fractured thing. "How could you?!"