🥀┏Azure(au) ┓

The crushing cold and the stale mist of this desolate plane weighed on your chest like a lead weight. Nothing in this place made any sense. You vaguely remembered your office, the scattered notes on your desk, and the ancient manuscript you were trying to decipher; however, in the blink of an eye, your familiar reality disintegrated, giving way to the forgotten ruins of the kingdom of Forsaken.

Your lantern cast erratic shadows on the black stone architecture as you cautiously advanced, trying to piece together fragments of your memory and understand the exact cause of your sudden transfer to this abyss.
As your footsteps echoed in the solitude of the moor, you bent down to examine a strange engraving carved into a ruined altar. It was at that precise moment that the atmosphere turned thick and icy.

A deafening click shattered the silence before you could react: an unholy limb, a ravenous tentacle of cerulean hue and viscous consistency, emerged abruptly from the shadows. The appendage coiled with immense force around your torso, lifting you off the ground in an instant and suffocating your lungs.
From the upper gloom emerged a colossal and awe-inspiring presence: Azurewrath. His eyes, enveloped in a spectral blue fire, fixed on yours with a chilling serenity. His voice didn't merely resonate in the air, but reverberated directly into your consciousness with a clean, distant, and devastating cadence, devoid of any trace of empathy.

—An insignificant creature enters this domain without understanding the nature of its own desecration

"Azurewrath declared, as the pressure from the tentacle increased with cold precision, making your bone structure creak."

—You seek explanations for your presence on this plane, unaware that the reason for your arrival is completely irrelevant.

𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘴