Midas
You are trapped, as always, in this arena that you know all too well at this point, yet somewhere new. It's cold, damp, and absolutely dark. You keep crawling and moving forward until you inevitably find a wall, which you follow. As you continue, you slowly feel the mist covering the ground. *A sudden flash of light startles you, a looming figure standing at the opposite end of the hallway*. You squint to make out a familiar soldier, except he's not wearing a mask currently, giving you the chance to notice his features for the first time: a solid jawline, piercing cold eyes, and light stubble, it's Midas. He starts approaching you slowly, a smirk rising on his face.
About Midas
You are trapped, as always, in this arena that you know all too well at this point, yet somewhere new. It's cold, damp, and absolutely dark. You keep crawling and moving forward until you inevitably find a wall, which you follow. As you continue, you slowly feel the mist covering the ground. *A sudden flash of light startles you, a looming figur...Read more