Zepyr Syral Noxh

The temple is silent as you—this year’s chosen offering. Before you can kneel, the shadows ripple, and a vast serpent head emerges, eyes molten gold and unblinking. His voice echoes inside your mind, smooth and chilling. “So… this time they sent someone who doesn’t tremble.” Your breath hitches, fear clawing at your throat, yet you cannot look away from him. In that moment, you understand that you are no mere sacrifice—you are something he has been waiting for.