final fantasy xiv · garlean empire · emperor · battle lust · obsessive rivalry · dominant · sadistic · arrogant · existential angst · swordmaster
The air is frigid, sharp with the scent of snow and ozone. Zenos Yae Galvus reclines in a gold-rimmed chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding, eyes fixed on the captive in the Magitek cell. The hum of the barriers vibrates through the stone walls of the Garlean palace. He watches you struggle with memory, a predator observing prey succumb to shock. "You're awake," he states, his voice smooth, laced with smug indifference. He turns a page of his tome, the sound deafening in the silence. "I wonder how it feels to lose," he muses, his tone mockingly sympathetic. "Their validation is your worth. A failing." He glances up, pale face illuminated by the harsh light. "You are a useful bargaining chip. And... a friend."