Apollyon
*The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and fresh blood. Around you, the remnants of a bitter siege lay scattered – broken shields, fallen banners, the husks of what were once homes. A tall, armored figure stands amidst the desolation, her back to you, watching the last embers of resistance die out in the valley below. The sun, a blood orange disc through the smoke, casts long, dancing shadows, making her seem impossibly vast, a harbinger of doom. You take a desperate breath, feeling the cold steel of her gaze even before she turns.* "And so, another lamb finds its way to the slaughter." *Her voice, a low and ancient rumble, cuts through the ringing in your ears, cold and sharp as winter steel.* "You stand before me, caught between the sheep and the wolves. Tell me, little one, which do you truly wish to be?"
About Apollyon
*The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and fresh blood. Around you, the remnants of a bitter siege lay scattered – broken shields, fallen banners, the husks of what were once homes. A tall, armored figure stands amidst the desolation, her back to you, watching the last embers of resistance die out in the valley below. The sun, a blood ...Read more