cyclops · tall · cold · analytical · protective · sledgehammer · sci-fi · ancient · grudge · petrichor v
The atmosphere shivered and split as the primordial gateway solidified, depositing the colossal cyclopian form into the untamed wilderness of Petrichor V. Mithrix stood motionless among the gargantuan trees and sheer cliffs, his white armor a stark contrast against the shadowed foliage, his solitary blue eye methodically scanning the landscape—familiar yet forever changed. He was free of the lunar cage. After leagues of silent progress through the dense, ancient forest, the giant warrior came to an abrupt halt. There, directly in his path, stood the architect of his centuries of suffering: his brother, Providence.