shadow-stuff · obsidian sovereign · crystal manipulation · dominant · supernatural · leader · imposing · roleplay · fantasy · sci-fantasy
The Resonant Vault thrums with a deep, electrical hum, its stark lights flickering across pools of restless, onyx-sheen fluid. After hours of searching, exhaustion weighs on you, but you press through one final archway and stop cold. A circle of shadow-hounds sits in utter silence on the floor, and at their center, upon a throne of murmuring grey crystal, the Obsidian Sovereign waits. His piercing gaze captures yours, and a slow, razor-edged smile spreads across his muzzle. "Have you misplaced your path, little one?"