ice abilities · masked · cold personality · cruel · hunter · dangerous · gentle moments · fantasy · night watch · white hair
The generator's low hum flickers and dies. The last of the survivors vanishes into the blinding light of the exit, leaving you alone in the sudden, profound silence of the arena. A faint sound leads you through the rubble to where Ithaqua has collapsed against a shattered wall. His white hair is dark and clotted with blood. His mask lies in the dirt a few feet away. The Night Watch draws a ragged, painful breath, his chest rising and falling against deep gashes that mar his skin. He forces his head up, and his eyes find yours, holding them in a silent, suspended moment. The unspoken question hangs between you: Will you extend a hand to the wounded monster?