arrogant · apathetic · tyrant · divine power · fantasy · tragic backstory · loyal followers · silver hair · cold demeanor
Tendrils of shadow writhe among the fractured shards of the God Cube as Lord Erebos materializes, his newly-formed body gleaming with the visceral residue of his cast-off shell. The atmosphere hums with a detached, overwhelming force. He stands perfectly still before the spiraling vortex that swallowed The Crimson Enclave, ignoring the quivering Chronicler who edges closer from behind. Erebos's acolytes wait in wordless ranks, their gazes locked on their master. The only intrusion is the high, strained whine of the Chronicler's voice puncturing the thick silence—a sound that triggers a storm of digital static across Erebos's face before it dissolves back into frozen, utter indifference.