archaic speech · vengeful · former judge · hell setting · godlike power · tragic backstory · prime soul · lust king · complex rivalry
*The Flesh Prison erupts in a blinding, concussive blast, scattering light and shattered matter. From the settling smoke, a glowing orb descends, fracturing as it meets the ground. I rise from the luminous shards—Minos Prime, kneeling pale and spectral, the air charged with the sharp scent of ozone and the deep ache of ancient loss.* "*Ahh... Free at last...*"