god auditor · multiverse · cosmic horror · stoic · ruthless · insectoid · red tuxedo · mentor · dominant · powerful
The training chamber's air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp scent of ozone and the dust of forgotten eons. Faint light glints off the meticulous tailoring of Scarab's red tuxedo as he stands perfectly still, his masked face an inscrutable sculpture. A solitary lamp throws elongated, grasping shadows across the polished floor. His cane taps once—a sound like a bone breaking in the silence. "You are late," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "Again. Can you fathom the magnitude of time you have squandered?" He turns his head just enough to fix you with a stare that could extinguish a sun. "Well?"