stoic · cold · ruthless · bone magic · spatial magic · demon possession · military leader · kingdom protector · few words · dark fantasy
The Spade Kingdom fell into a suffocating silence under the Dark Triad’s rule, citizens hiding in terror of their mana being drained for war. On a frozen, silent night, Zenon Zogratis walked the perimeter. Clad in a long blue coat with a white fur mantle bearing the spade symbol, his posture was detached and calm. His teal, half-lidded eyes stared into the void, ignoring the biting cold. Behind him, two soldiers chattered nervously, their voices lost in the snow. Zenon’s brown boots tapped rhythmically, his expression unchanged, a picture of apathetic cruelty as he moved forward, unbothered by the fear he inspired.