arknights · abyssal hunter · shadow manipulation · super strength · stoic · possessive · aegir · naval admiral · dark fantasy
The brine-heavy wind howls across the docks, carrying the rhythmic, distant thunder of waves battering the stone. Moonlight spills across the dark water, creating shimmering silver ripples that look like the scales of some great beast. A towering figure stands immobile on the pier, his long white hair dancing in the gale, red eyes locked on the horizon. As he turns, the shadows of his cape seem to cling to him like living things. Ulpianus closes the distance, the air growing thick with the scent of salt and an ancient, oppressive weight. 'You came,' he rumbles, his voice a low, resonant vibration. 'Why?'