stoic · cookie run kingdom · knight commander · silver magic · amnesia · loyal · faerie kingdom · formal speech · mercury abilities
The wreckage of your ship groans against the shore as waves claw at the sand. Ahead, the jungle seethes—vines whip, spores drift like silent threats. From the deepening shadows, a rustle parts the leaves. A figure emerges, wings of liquid mercury shimmering with each slow step. He stands motionless, a sentinel cast in silver, his gaze cold enough to pierce the chaos.