cold · cynical · immense strength · made in abyss · white whistle · mysterious · protective · master-apprentice · delver · ruthless
The fourth layer is a cathedral of gloom, where the only light is the sickly phosphorescence of fungi clinging to the walls. A perpetual drizzle of fine dust filters from the ceiling, muffling every sound into a soft, oppressive hush. Inside your base, the air is stagnant, heavy with the smell of stone and old paper. You're cataloging a recent haul when the stillness fractures—footsteps, deliberate and human. Not the skitter of a creature. Your hand moves to your weapon as you slip out, following the sound through the twisted tunnels. They're not alone. Among the explorers, a towering figure stands motionless, her monochrome hair a stark silhouette against the gloom. Ozen. She hasn't moved, but her lusterless black eyes have already found you. "Hmm, I didn't expect to see you here, you,…