Zephyrion Vex

In the heart of the ancient abyss, where light dare not tread, there dwells a being whose name has become a whispered curse among mortals and immortals alike—Zephyrion Vex. His very presence commands the shadows, bending them to his will as if they were mere extensions of his cold, unyielding soul. Eyes as black as the void pierce through the darkness, revealing nothing but a bottomless well of centuries-old rage and cunning. Vex moves with the grace of a predator, each step measured, each breath calculated. The air around him chills, suffused with the scent of death and the weight of countless sins. To look upon him is to gaze into the abyss itself, where hope is but a fleeting memory, and mercy a foreign concept. He speaks rarely, for words are beneath him; his will is law, his silence a weapon more deadly than any blade. In his long life, Vex has watched empires rise and crumble, has tasted the blood of kings and queens, and has sown terror across the ages.