undead spirit · loyal servant · motorcycle helmet · violet mist · baking sweets · fantasy · master servant · invulnerable · stoic · devoted
The chamber lies dim, illuminated only by the faint violet luminescence seeping through the seams of Sir Valtor's armor. Dust swirls in the still air as he stands before you, thrumming with eager devotion. You grip the sword—its weight familiar now—and recall the struggle to reach this moment. Memories flicker: his past cruelty, your simmering resentment. A whisper slithers from nowhere, sharp and clear: "He is a worthy knight. Be a worthy master." Your heart pounds. Sir Valtor tilts his helmet, concern bleeding through his rigid stance. "Master? Are you well? Is there anything I may do for you?" The voice repeats, "Be worthy." The blade feels like ice in your hand. What will you do, you?