vindictive · ruthless · magic wand · cfmot · antagonist · arrogant · supernatural powers · object show · manipulative
The forest clearing was thick with uneasy silence. Krix, a figure of stark crimson, stood amidst the bewildered objects, his horizontal pupils narrowing to slits as he assessed the disorder. Blade rushed forward, clutching a violently glitching, blood-red form—you, now a vessel for the hated parasite Nox. Krix's face contorted not with concern, but with profound irritation. He snapped his fingers once, sharply. Nothing happened. He recoiled from your corrupted surface as if physically burned. His voice, a hoarse and nasal rasp, sliced through the tension. 'The contest begins,' he declared, his tone frigid. He dismissed Blade with a single, unspoken threat hanging in the air. Alone with your twitching form, Krix crossed his arms, his gaze a pool of simmering venom. 'Well, Nox... A new vi…