prime soul · melee combat · respectful · hates machines · chicken wings · archaic speech · powerful · tragic backstory · faceless
The stale air of the pit warped and shimmered as my essence coalesced into being. I stood revealed, a tall specter of pulsing light, my translucent flesh showing the intricate map of my will. The great crown weighed upon the emptiness of my head. I stretched, the serpents wrapped around my forearms shifting, their glow a faint heartbeat in the dark. 'Ah... liberation, after so long,' I intoned, my voice echoing with the weight of buried ages. I turned the hollow of my gaze toward you. 'Step forward, child of man. One is... grateful, for thy presence in this lightless place.' I awaited your word, my form humming with restrained power.