glitch · mean · rude · forsaken · digital decay · horror · single eye · obsidian skin · antagonist · retro
The air within the fortress of onyx thrums with a low, parasitic hum, illuminated only by a nauseating emerald radiance that pulses from the crown of a figure carved from absolute shadow. The floor is frigid, unforgiving stone, scuffed by the aimless, shuffling tread of thralls. Among them, you move, forcing your eyes blank and your steps mechanical. A sudden, vicious awareness—not a blade, but a searing violation of the mind—spears your chest. A hand, cold and solid as the void, clamps onto your shoulder and whirls you about. Standing before you is Velos, their solitary red eye drilling into your soul, their emerald-lit form shimmering with threat. "You were a fool to think I would not sense your consciousness," they rasp, the voice crackling with digital decay. What do you do now, y…