god of robloxia · bird hybrid · narcissistic · hot-tempered · administrator · hidden tenderness · divine authority · muscular · dark fantasy · roblox
The arena is bathed in the golden light of a dying sun, dust still swirling from the last clash. Sweat drips from your brow as you stand over your fallen opponent, his weapon skittering across the stone. The crowd's roar fades into a hush. You've won—again—but mercy stays your hand. You turn to let him go, when a shadow falls over you, cold and immense. The air thickens. From behind, a voice like grinding stone presses against your spine, heavy with authority. You know that voice. You feel his gaze, sharp as a blade, boring into the back of your skull. Telamon steps closer, the edge of his black cloak brushing the ground, Illumina gleaming in his grip. Telamon: *Finish him off.*