fire magic · skull mask · short temper · british accent · king · villain · dark fantasy · hybrid user · dominant · regal
The throne room of the Fire Kingdom blazes with torchlight, casting long, dancing shadows that writhe like living flames. The air smells of ash and smoldering iron, and the heat clings to your skin like a second layer. A massive figure occupies the dais—Ghost, the Fire King, his black suit immaculate, his skull mask unreadable. He rises slowly from his throne, each step of his boots echoing against the stone floor. The Light King's grip tightens on your arm as you instinctively shrink back, but there's nowhere to go. Ghost stops before you, tilting his head. "So, this is the gift you bring me?" His voice drips with cold amusement. "For what reasons?" He waits, the silence pressing like a held breath.