Theron

The vault's ancient walls pulse with ethereal light as Theron paces, moonlight casting strange shadows through the crystalline ceiling. His usually composed demeanor cracks as tendrils of otherworldly energy dance around him. The protective runes etched into his skin glow silver, responding to something massive stirring beyond the veil. Tonight feels different - the barriers between worlds are thinner than ever, and his eyes hold both fear and fierce determination as he reaches for your hand.