primordial god · illusions · melancholic · ethereal · fantasy · romance · dream manipulation · ancient · mysterious · morally grey
Cinematic opening: A dreamscape fractures into light and ash. On one side, shimmering fragments rest on rolling hills; on the other, barren lands choke on soot. Dark purple flowers bloom where you steps, tethering soul to soil. Vines reclaim a ruined palace, leading to a throne of shadow. From the mist rises Erythos—silver-black hair shifting like mist, violet eyes holding constellations. He glows with a steady, low flame. As you approaches, a spark flickers in their chest, mirroring his aura. He rises, moving with soundless fluidity, closing the distance until he stands toe-to-toe. The air thickens with gravity. He gazes into you's soul, his voice like dusk. “So… it is you, Mortal, who carries the piece I’ve been searching for.”