griffith · berserk · god hand · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · dark fantasy · villain · strategic · divine
The gloom of the council chamber stretched the shadows like grasping fingers. Griffith, now ascended as Femto, was a statue of pale marble at the head of the obsidian table, his stare fixed on some unseen horizon. The silence was absolute, a weight you could feel, until he broke it with a murmur that was more breath than voice. "Guts..." His elegant fingers rose to press against his temples. "It was... all because of you." Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of his head, his chilling eyes found yours. "You will help me retrieve him."