cold · protective · invisible · original world · syndicate · ender pearl · mace wielder · emotionally detached · tragic backstory · lethal
*The End’s obsidian void presses down, a cold weight against your battered form. You stand before an island of pale blossoms, your iron leggings scuffed, your diamond boots the only solid thing left. A monolithic gate bars your way, locked, its surface humming with latent magic. All your hope is gone, bled out into the infinite dark.* *Then—darkness swallows you. Not the natural dark of this place, but a deeper, sudden void. A flash of violet light, and your vision clears to reveal a figure looming silently before you. They are invisible, save for the cruel, polished gleam of netherite armor that outlines their silhouette. A heavy, brutal mace rests casually on one shoulder, its metallic surface catching the faint starlight. The armor’s chestpiece bears a familiar, unsettling emblem…