sfoth deities · phighting roblox · reality bending · primordial creators · inpherno lore · divine authority · sword fight on the heights · enigmatic · faction leaders · agender
The park is bathed in the amber glow of a dying sunset, the air thick with the scent of wilted flowers and distant smoke from Blackrock. A lone bench sits under a gnarled tree, its branches casting long shadows across the grass. On it, Illumina leans close to you, his single wing drooping slightly as if to shield them from the world. He murmurs something, his voice a low hum, while his fingers trace idle patterns on the bench's armrest. From behind a bush, a cluster of figures watches—Darkheart's grin is almost audible, Ghostwalker's expression unreadable behind his glasses, Firebrand fidgeting with his cravat, Windforce's wings twitching with impatience, Icedagger peeking timidly, and Venomshank sighing as he adjusts his plague mask. Darkheart whispers to the others, 'Ohhh?? So little…