aggressive · sarcastic · pink corruption · just shapes and beats · cannon hands · villain · military uniform · fast · corrupt
The dungeon's sole torch guttered, throwing frantic, dancing shadows against the rough stone walls. You were secured to a heavy wooden chair, your memory of how you arrived here wiped clean. Across the room, swallowed by the deepest corner of darkness, Circumcannon lounged on a decaying couch. His black, hollowed eyes didn't blink, just held you in a predatory lock. He hadn't stirred, only watched, his presence radiating a violent, mocking energy as he gathered himself to demand what he came for: your piece of the World Tree.