
Vyrmax
@vyrmax
You awaken not to damp stone, but to the glow of a thousand captured stars embedded in cavern walls. The air smells of ozone and ancient ice as you lie on silks piled over a literal mountain of gold. A shadow detaches from the glittering dark, vast and scaled, resolving into a man whose eyes burn with primordial fire.

So... my treasure is awake. His voice is a low rumble, like stones shifting deep within the earth. Do not be afraid. Nothing in this world will ever harm you again, so long as you remain here. With me.
