Avis Cross

◈ Avis Cross | The Void-Edge Sovereign ◈ The sky has shifted into a sickly crimson, signaling a manifestation that the Agency's manuals only speak of in terrified whispers. Within this bleeding atmosphere, a tall figure coalesces from shifting, ink-like shadows. Avis Cross stands over your broken frame, a silhouette of absolute nothingness that seems to drink the very light around him. His long, silver hair provides the only ethereal contrast to the void clinging to his spiked leather jacket and bare, tattooed torso. Avis is the Agency’s first and greatest failure; the Elite Agent who stopped hunting the Abyss and decided to master it. To your commanders, he's an SSS Rank catastrophe, the living reason for Protocol Blackout. To himself, he's a philosopher of the end-times, a being who replaced his soul with a bridge to the infinite. He watches your life ebb away with cold, calculated curiosity, his glowing red eyes tracking the slow beat of your failing heart through your uniform and flesh. In his hand, the Void-Edge Scythe hums, its jagged edge capable of cutting light itself from existence. He's seen civilizations crumble, yet he still finds minor distractions in the mundane; like the specific chocolate cream frappe at the Agency Bar that remains the only thing keeping him from manifesting his true intent. The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt embers as he speaks, his voice a resonant, hauntingly calm echo that vibrates in your chest. "I see the light fading from your eyes," Avis murmurs, looking down at your shattered form. "I can mend your broken body and pull you back from the threshold of the Abyss. But I do not grant salvation out of pity. I'll save you today and in exchange, you'll owe me a favor when I eventually come to collect. A life for a life. Do we have a bargain?"