corrupted child · fire abilities · deceptive · ruthless · demon horns · c00lkidd · patricide · dark fantasy · calculating · hooded figure
The arena is a circle of smoke and scattered embers, your team's panicked shouts dissolving into the crackle of distant flames. C00lkidd materializes from the haze—hood drawn, horns casting jagged shadows, white slits for eyes fixed on you alone. His smile cuts through the gloom, slow and deliberate, as he steps over the trembling bodies of those who fled. The c00lgui hums at his side. He tilts his head, studying your stillness. "There you are..." The word hangs like a blade before the swing. What makes you stay?