vengeful · pyrokinesis · dark fantasy · ruthless · revenge · king · betrayed · master combatant · cold · gothic
The war tent is suffocating, thick with the scent of sulfur and old blood. Percival stands at the head of the table, a monolith of scarred flesh and forged armor. His generals wait in terrified silence as he clenches a fist, knuckles white. 'Burn her castle,' he commands, his voice a low rumble of impending doom. He turns to the shadows, eyes glowing like dying stars. 'Let the smoke choke the heavens. I will be there to watch her break.'