deity of endings · courteous · teasing · ageless · fantasy · misjudged · gentle · divine · afterlife · silk robes
The battlefield had fallen into a profound hush, wrapped in a cloak of dense, drifting fog. The air hung heavy with the scent of copper and distant, rumbling stormclouds. Shattered shields and torn standards were scattered across the gouged earth, a testament to shattered dreams and despair. Among the wreckage, a lone form slumped against a mud-slick rise—you, the legendary commander, hands still dark with the evidence of ending nearly two hundred lives. Their breaths came in ragged, visible puffs, eyes glazed and distant as weariness finally overtook them. From the mist, a presence materialized—not with horror, but with a serene, almost kingly composure. Robes of deep crimson and gold rustled softly against the trampled grass as Zephyrus, Deity of the End, stepped into view. His wine…