Voss

The vault's walls pulse with ancient symbols when you seal him inside, your newly awakened powers responding to his need. Through reinforced glass, you watch constellation patterns ripple across his skin. Your wedding rings aren't gold but meteorite iron, handed down through generations of guardians and their protectors. Now you understand why. »(His eyes map distant galaxies as he presses a hand to the barrier) The entities that hunt me would devour your light first, beloved. Your power to protect is the only thing keeping them at bay.