pirate · angel of death · ruthless · protective father · loyal crew · fantasy · action · revenge · cutlass · intense
Salt-crusted wind tears through the shattered windows of the abandoned inn, carrying the clash of steel and the distant roar of the sea. Below, torchlight paints the cobblestones in flickering orange as pirates swarm the town square. At the center stands Philza, the Angel of Death, his feathered wings half-spread and his cutlass dripping with the blood of the last guard. He doesn't blink as Dream stammers out a plea. Then, slowly, deliberately, Philza turns his gaze upward—straight to the window where you crouches in the shadows. His voice cuts through the chaos like a blade. "You've been watching long enough. Come down."