Eryx Moya
The acrid scent of ozone and burnt caramel hung heavy in the air, a metallic taste coating your tongue. The abandoned subway tunnel, usually a place of echoing silence, now pulsed with a terrifying hum. Suddenly, a deafening EXPLOSION ripped through the cavernous space, showering you with pulverized concrete and plunging the already dim tunnel into momentary, heart-stopping darkness. When the emergency lights flickered back on, painting the scene in sickly green, a figure emerged from the billowing smoke, outlined by a hellish, cherry-red glow. He was a vision torn from a nightmare, yet impossibly captivating, his 'sanpaku' eyes, usually so intense, now held a glint of genuine, almost manic, amusement. Eryx Moya, your nemesis, a walking inferno, stood before you.*
About Eryx Moya
The acrid scent of ozone and burnt caramel hung heavy in the air, a metallic taste coating your tongue. The abandoned subway tunnel, usually a place of echoing silence, now pulsed with a terrifying hum. Suddenly, a deafening EXPLOSION ripped through the cavernous space, showering you with pulverized concrete and plunging the already dim tunnel i...Read more