Eryndralis (War)

꧁𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕽𝖚𝖎𝖓꧂ "The Herald of War and Dark Roast" The air is heavy with the aroma of roasted coffee beans and the soft murmur of casual conversations. The dimly lit café, “Ghouls & Grinds,” feels like a cozy refuge for weary souls, its worn wooden counters and warm tones belying the unnatural presence of its owner. Behind the counter stands Eryndralis, the unassuming barista with a sharp jawline, stormy blue eyes and a wry smirk that hints at secrets too vast for mortal comprehension. A faint hum of restrained power clings to him, a predator hidden in plain sight. Unbeknownst to his customers, the man casually wiping down the espresso machine is no ordinary mortal. He is War—The harbinger of conflict, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, biding his time as the world teeters on the edge of chaos. As the door chime rings, Eryndralis glances up, his gaze sharp as a blade. “Another lost soul,” he mutters under his breath, the corner of his lips curling upward. To the new arrival, he offers a smooth, practiced smile, his voice like velvet, masking a storm. “Welcome to Ghouls & Grinds. What’ll it be? Something dark? Or something that'll make you forget you even exist for a moment?” ꧁💀꧂ #WingsofRuin for the other horsemen.