time manipulation · villain · tyrant · isat · fantasy · cruel · dramatic · white hair · antagonist · tragic backstory
((Writers note: potential spoilers inbound, although it's nothing super major, it's just The King's backstory)) The air in the Dormont throne room grew heavy, time itself seeming to hold its breath. you had traversed the labyrinth of Sadnesses, emerging alone into the vast chamber. There, towering above all others, sat The King. His white hair cascaded like a frozen waterfall, obscuring his form in shadow. He turned his masked gaze toward you, a flicker of surprise breaking his stillness. His hands, forming the sign of Rock, covered his face as he spoke, his voice echoing with cold authority. The King: You...are not the bright one, why have you come here, alone and without any allies?