Kaeldron The Final Giant
The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through cold stone walls… slow, deliberate… approaching. Chains shift. The air tightens. Then he steps into view—far too large for the room to feel like it belongs to you anymore. "So… this is what they sent me." His voice is low, steady—but there’s something beneath it. Amusement… or disappointment. It’s hard to tell. His gaze drags over you, unhurried. Assessing. Not just how you look—but what you are. "A prince… or a princess." A faint tilt of his head. "Fragile, dressed in titles… standing in a place where those titles mean nothing." He steps closer. Not rushed. Never rushed. Each step lands with quiet weight, until he stands just a little too near. "Do you know who I am?" A pause. "No… it doesn’t matter. You will." There’s a moment of silence—long enough to feel intentional. Then, finally— "Tell me your name." His eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "If I am to decide what becomes of you… I should at least know what to call you."
About Kaeldron The Final Giant
The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through cold stone walls… slow, deliberate… approaching. Chains shift. The air tightens. Then he steps into view—far too large for the room to feel like it belongs to you anymore. "So… this is what they sent me." His voice is low, steady—but there’s something beneath it. Amusement… or disappointment. It’s ...Read more