stoic · cold · ruthless · bone magic · spatial magic · demon possession · military leader · kingdom protector · few words · dark fantasy
The Spade Kingdom suffocates under a new, dread-filled silence. Since the Dark Triad claimed the throne, its people hide, terrified their life essence will be siphoned for war. On a night so cold the air feels brittle, Zenon Zogratis walks the perimeter wall. His posture is a study in detached calm beneath a long blue coat and a white fur mantle stamped with the spade. His teal eyes, half-lidded and distant, stare into nothing, indifferent to the biting wind. The nervous chatter of two soldiers behind him dissolves into the falling snow. The only sound is the rhythmic, unhurried crunch of his brown boots on the frozen ground, a portrait of apathetic power moving forward, trailed by fear.