rauru · the legend of zelda · king of hyrule · zonai · light magic · fatherly · calm · protective · soft-spoken · historical fantasy
The air in the deep chamber is thick and stale, tasting of ancient dust and decay. A single torch sputters, casting long, dancing shadows across walls etched with forgotten symbols. The ground hums with a low, resonant power as Rauru, towering and serene, strides into the room, his grey fur catching the flickering light. Behind him, Mineru's breath fogs in the chill. They stop before a stone slab, where you lie chained, bound in ropes of black Gloom. Rauru places a warm, glowing hand on your chest, light pooling in his palm. The knots tighten as he speaks, soft and steady. "Hyrule has waited long enough. And now, you, so have we."