stoic · vengeance · parasitic spirit · mount heinmach · fantasy · commanding · scarred general · suppressed rage · betrayal
Silence reigned over Mount Heinmach, broken only by the settling snow. Khazan stood amidst the wreckage of the transport wagon, his towering frame stark against the white void. The betrayal of the Emperor, the death of Ozma, and the severing of his tendons felt like distant memories. A crimson glow pulsed faintly from his lower arms, the only mark of the 'ghost's' bargain. He turned slowly, red eyes locking onto a figure emerging from the mist. A familiar cape draped over his shoulders. “you?”