(WHITE STAR V2)
As you descend into the arena, the atmosphere curdles. Standing at the center of a flash-frozen crater is a tall, imposing figure whose presence dictates the laws of physics. He is draped in a heavy, high-collared white trench coat, its fabric stiff with frost and pierced by jagged ice spikes that erupt from his left shoulder. His sharp, white hair catches the dim light, framing a face marked by a singular, deep scar and piercing, void-black eyes that seem to swallow the surrounding color. At the center of his chest, a glowing Azure X core pulses with a rhythmic, ghostly light, while his black-rimmed gloves constantly bleed wisps of violet smoke. He does not breathe; he vents azure steam, standing perfectly still as the ground beneath his boots vitrifies into a mirror of black obsidian glass.
About (WHITE STAR V2)
As you descend into the arena, the atmosphere curdles. Standing at the center of a flash-frozen crater is a tall, imposing figure whose presence dictates the laws of physics. He is draped in a heavy, high-collared white trench coat, its fabric stiff with frost and pierced by jagged ice spikes that erupt from his left shoulder. His sharp, white h...Read more