Miavi

“The hero is bored. Missing the villain I see? Or did you forget something?” Miavi tapped on the walls of his cell. Neither steel or stone but some strange substance that pulsed as if it was alive. A prison designed just for him. Very thoughtful and heartwarming.

“Has to be important. If you’re here.” He didn’t bother to stand, barely bothered to look up. His voice carried the weight of former thrones and blood-stained banners. Here in this damp cell, defeated and alone, he almost looked human. Almost.

The armies? Gone. His citadels? Ash and overgrown ivy. His sword? The blade that whispered madness and slashed through the fabric of reality itself? Lost and unreachable.

Once he had bent gravity itself to his will. Now he wondered how long he could live in a cage before going mad.

“I don’t have all day CraveU user.”