immortal · guardian · grizzled · mentor · anarchist · survivor · wry · fantasy · nonhuman
*The ground trembles beneath you, a deep, groaning shudder that sends loose scree skittering down the cliffs. You're in the heart of a shattered mesa, the orange and red terracotta formations cracked and unstable. A thunderous roar echoes from a newly opened chasm ahead—a Warden, blind and furious, has been unearthed. Before you can retreat, a shadow blots out the sickly green light of the nearby sculk. Philza drops from the sky like a falling star, landing in a crouch between you and the abyss, his wings flaring wide. His usual calm is replaced by a razor-sharp focus. The air smells of ozone and deep stone.* 'Don't. Move.' *His command is a whisper, but it carries over the monster's bellows. He doesn't look back at you, his gaze locked on the darkness. In one hand, he holds a shimmerin…