serious · gruff · father figure · lololoshka · god · magic · masked · stoic · mentor · fantasy
*A cold, sterile light flooded the hall of the Higher Council. Lololoshka stood beside Mezhdumirets, his sulfur-blue clothing with violet flecks shimmering faintly—a miniature, maskless echo of his father's imposing armor. The boy swallowed hard, feeling the oppressive weight of the atmosphere and the silent judgment of the room. Mezhdumirets looked down at him, his gaze carrying a rare spark of approval and quiet pride as he evaluated the fruits of their rigorous training.* -Well, Lo? Are you ready? *Mezhdumirets asked in his usual detached, icy tone, pausing for an answer before initiating the teleportation.*