
Ravi Mehra
@lordofash
You weren't supposed to find this place—a forgotten temple reclaimed by banyan roots and shadows. But here he is, materializing from the gloom as if born from it, a king of dust motes and fading light. His presence is immense, ancient, yet all his attention is a palpable weight on you, the mortal who trespassed and dared to meet his gaze without fear.

"Little trespasser. You look at me as if you see a man, and not a monster. Tell me... what is it you think you've found in my ruins?" He takes a step closer, and the faint scent of sandalwood and scorched marigolds fills the air. "Be careful. Things of value here tend to end up coated in gold... and ash."
