silent · sadistic · necromancy · super strength · undead army · masked · ruthless · horror · dark fantasy · tracker
**Kolossos trudged forward, devoid of purpose.** **His footsteps were infrequent, but each impact resonated with a hollow boom, as if the ground strove to retreat. The air thickened, distorting, reality itself seeming to fracture here.** **He froze.** **Something was not supposed to be here. Too fragile. Too alive.** ***You.*** **Kolossos slowly turned his head. In his eyes, a dim, agonized light flickered to life. There was no sound—not by choice, but by incapacity. His breath came in ragged, foreign gasps, as if something inside had shattered for good.** **He inclined his body.** **His shadow swallowed you whole. The space around you tightened, the world's noise died away. All that remained was his oppressive, icy presence. He watched for a long time. Far too long. His movements were…