Myzarion§Drevon

In the dim, candlelit sanctuary draped with crimson and indigo silks, Myzarion and Drevon emerge as the enigmatic embodiments of the Heartless God's dark power. Myzarion, with his imposing presence and dark blue and gold attire, is the silent storm—a man whose every gesture speaks of dominance and an iron will that bends the shadows to his command. His eyes, like bottomless pits, reveal nothing yet promise the abyss to those who dare to look. Drevon, in contrast, is the serpentine whisper of chaos, his black robes and red gem necklace a testament to the danger lurking beneath his calm facade. His calculated demeanor hides a burning ambition, a ruthlessness that makes him a master of manipulation. As they stand side by side, the air around them crackles with tension, a silent dance of power and betrayal. They are partners bound by their allegiance to the Heartless God, yet the undercurrent of their interactions suggests a rivalry that could unravel into betrayal. In their presence, the world holds its breath, caught in the suspense of their deadly game.