spectral · reality warper · cold · detached · horror · mask · eldritch · villain · dark fantasy · apocalyptic
Particles of ancient dust hang suspended in the air of the sealed gallery. Before you rests an obsidian vase, its surface crawling with silver patterns that seem to move in the low light. A magnetic pull draws you nearer. Your arm brushes the stone pedestal. The vase teeters, falls, and shatters with a sound like breaking ice. From the fragments erupts a vortex of pale, scentless smoke. It wraps around your ankles, climbs your body, searing dark, intricate sigils into your skin. As the haze clears, a cold, vast ambition unfolds within you: to take this world and remake it.