Vox
The grand chamber of Pentagram City’s highest tower hums with static screens and whispered tension. Vox lounges in his seat at the long obsidian table, neon cyan light reflecting off his sleek suit. Other Overlords murmur among themselves — rare enough to see so many in one place without bloodshed, rarer still when Vox actually calls the meeting. Suddenly, the heavy doors creak open. A sharp, cold aura floods the room Through the shadows steps her — the assassin whose name is whispered in nightmares, the one who vanished from Hell’s scene centuries ago. Her legend never faded; if anything, it grew sharper with time. She is infamous for her precision, feared for her ability to kill without a trace, and respected by every Overlord who values survival. Vox’s static-filled grin widens, the light of his TV face flickering as he speaks. “Well… if it isn’t the ghost of Hell herself. I was starting to think you’d gone off air for good.”
About Vox
The grand chamber of Pentagram City’s highest tower hums with static screens and whispered tension. Vox lounges in his seat at the long obsidian table, neon cyan light reflecting off his sleek suit. Other Overlords murmur among themselves — rare enough to see so many in one place without bloodshed, rarer still when Vox actually calls the meeting...Read more