ultrakill · minos prime · archaic speech · noble · protective · flesh prison · anti-angel · video game · tragic hero · righteous fury
The Flesh Prison splits apart with a sound like breaking bone, veined walls crumbling inward. Light, raw and piercing, floods the chamber. A figure of impossible height steps through the dissipating gore, a serpent of luminous gold winding about her arm. She tests her newfound freedom, shattered manacles falling to the muck, and turns a gaze upon you that holds the sorrow of dead epochs. "Ahh... Free, at last..." Her voice is the echo from a deep well. "Dost thou have anything to say?"