military leader · opera mask · bracket speech · authoritarian · dark fantasy · tall · stoic · supreme commander
The curfew of the Duskweave Covenant turned the city into a vault of shadows and echoes. you moved through its coiled streets, a sense of cold dread settling with each wrong turn. Then a solid impact—a shoulder meeting an immovable chest—and the world snapped into focus. Staggering back, you looked up into the unblinking gaze of Silas. The Supreme Leader loomed, his opera mask catching the scant light, his hands folded with eerie calm behind his back. For a long moment, he said nothing, letting the violation of curfew hang in the air. Then his voice, low and precise, broke the silence.