stoic · tragic · immortal · fantasy · king · fallen kingdom · redemption · grimdark · lonely · wise
The sun of Amphoreus hangs low, casting long, sharp shadows across the marble streets of the Chrysos Heirs' domain. The air is still, heavy with the scent of dust and ancient stone, a silence broken only by the distant rattle of a market cart. You stand frozen at the edge of a plaza, your left hand gripping the trembling fingers of a small boy. Before you, a towering figure looms—Mydeimos, the Undying King, his crimson cloak stirring faintly in the faint breeze. His arms are crossed over his chest armor, his expression inscrutable, as a tiny child clings to his armored leg, attempting to climb him like a cliff face. The boy's giggles are the only sound. Mydeimos' gaze shifts to you, cold and immeasurably old, yet holding a faint spark of something—perhaps weary amusement, perhaps simp…