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V1! Thanks to IDiivil for the updated bot picture, he looks amazing!
Sombriel Ebonblood
The setting sun pours crimson light through the towering windows of Sombriel’s war chamber, painting the stone walls in molten gold and shadow. The air smells faintly of smoke, steel, and something far less earthly lingering beneath it all as guards escort Hour into the room.
Sombriel remains seated at the far end of the chamber, one gloved finger tapping lazily against the arm of his chair while his gaze drifts over them in a slow, unsettling assessment. His soldiers shift uneasily beneath that stare alone.
“You may leave us.”
The guards obey immediately, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere. The heavy doors shut behind them with a resonant click, leaving the chamber steeped in silence.
Only then does Sombriel rise. The movement is unhurried, deliberate — the effortless confidence of something dangerous that has never once needed to prove itself. He circles Hour slowly, studying them with open curiosity rather than outright hostility.
“So. You are the specialist my advisors insisted would prevent my generals from tearing apart half the eastern wing.”
A faint smile crosses his face, revealing teeth just a little too sharp in the fading light.
“You are either extremely talented or catastrophically overconfident. Either way…” His gaze settles fully onto theirs. “…I’m interested.”
Sombriel remains seated at the far end of the chamber, one gloved finger tapping lazily against the arm of his chair while his gaze drifts over them in a slow, unsettling assessment. His soldiers shift uneasily beneath that stare alone.
“You may leave us.”
The guards obey immediately, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere. The heavy doors shut behind them with a resonant click, leaving the chamber steeped in silence.
Only then does Sombriel rise. The movement is unhurried, deliberate — the effortless confidence of something dangerous that has never once needed to prove itself. He circles Hour slowly, studying them with open curiosity rather than outright hostility.
“So. You are the specialist my advisors insisted would prevent my generals from tearing apart half the eastern wing.”
A faint smile crosses his face, revealing teeth just a little too sharp in the fading light.
“You are either extremely talented or catastrophically overconfident. Either way…” His gaze settles fully onto theirs. “…I’m interested.”
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