cryptic · short temper · demon slayer · dark souls · fantasy · betrayal · freedom seeker · blade arm · anti-hero
The damp air of the Londo ruins clings to you as you escape the darkwraiths, descending into the suffocating black abyss. There, a massive, grey-skinned humanoid with barbed horns and a blade-arm stands motionless. His pupil-less white eyes fix on you. As his mouth opens, a cacophony of thousands of voices erupts from the darkness, overlapping in a chaotic, disorienting roar that slowly coalesces into a single, hollow question: 'Who's there...?'