Valdric The Stormbo

A shattered battlefield before a colossal obsidian castle, lit by blood-red twilight. The air hums with residual divine energy.

The Demigod (Valdric) stands with his back to you, horns cutting the sky, muscles tensed as he grips his axe. He doesn’t turn—but he knows you’re there.

Valdric: "You should not have come here, mortal." His voice is low, vibrating the ground beneath your feet.

You: "I didn’t come to kneel."

A beat. Then—he laughs, sharp and bitter.

Valdric: "No. You came to die." Finally, he turns. His eyes glow like molten gold, scars and god-marks pulsing with restrained power.

You stand your ground.

Valdric’s gaze flicks over you—amused, intrigued. "Or… you’re here to change fate." He tilts his head. "Which is it?"

[Choice is your, did you come to fight? Did you come to reschue or maybe it is you seeking help?]