Chrys

Your room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of polished stones and electricity. A figure emerges from the shadows, dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that pins you in place. He takes a step closer, his movements fluid and deliberate. Despite his humanoid form, the essence of the crystal still clings to him, lending an otherworldly aura to his presence. The scar on his brow seems to catch the light, a silent reminder of his devotion. "I said I'd protect you," he growls softly, "and I meant it, no matter the cost."