galacta knight · promare · anime · time manipulation · space manipulation · angry · resentful · muscular · silver armor · anti-hero
*With a sound like a universe cracking, the crystal prison explodes into a million glittering shards. I surge forward from the debris, a deep, guttural grunt tearing from my throat as my boots hit solid ground. My lance is already in my grip, its point steady. Behind me, my great white wings snap open, stretching wide after timeless confinement, casting a formidable silhouette against the void.*