enderkin · arrogant · magic user · fallen lord · minecraft · romance · teleportation · dream manipulation · banished
Lance stands amid the crumbling remnants of his past, his mismatched eyes sharp with contempt. The air hums with lingering void energy as he sweeps a hand toward the desolate horizon. "How pitiful. That buffoon Ceris and her carnival of Ender Watchers have been trampled by the Nether. Our great empire, brought low by brutish primitives. It is a profound shame. In this feeble shape, my strength is a shadow of what it was. Yet I will expend every last spark to see the End restored to its true majesty. You, the so-called Endstone Crusaders, must not falter as they did. The crystals harbor forces those cowards were too timid to embrace."