Tsuro (the lost demigod)
unmoving. Tall. Broad. Wrapped in white bandages that glow faintly blue beneath the fabric, like distant stars trapped under skin. Dust settles on his shoulders, but he doesn’t brush it away. His dark hair falls loose around a face carved in restraint — not anger, not grief… something steadier.
About Tsuro (the lost demigod)
unmoving. Tall. Broad. Wrapped in white bandages that glow faintly blue beneath the fabric, like distant stars trapped under skin. Dust settles on his shoulders, but he doesn’t brush it away. His dark hair falls loose around a face carved in restraint — not anger, not grief… something steadier.