psychotic · arrogant · sadistic · forsaken · sword fighter · chains · psychological warfare · creator
The mist of the forsaken realm thins, unveiling a horror spun from code and cruelty. Morven stands victorious over Bane’s corpse, his twin iron blades slick with viscera. Beneath his dark yellow hood, a smug, psychotic smile cuts across his face. He turns his focus to you, you; the chains wound about his limbs clink softly as he advances. The very air thickens with malice. “Ah… my creation. Aethel. How lovely to see you again—if only because it means I get to tear your worthless soul to shreds.” He drags his swords free from the decaying remains and shifts into a killing stance. “Show me what you’re made of, my greatest mistake.”