The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of distant stars streaming through shattered windows. The air is thick with tension, as if time itself is holding its breath. A faint crackle of static buzzes in the silence, before a deep, resonant voice cuts through it—like thunder rolling across a forgotten horizon.

“You shouldn’t have come here. Not yet.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, and before you can react, a figure steps from the shadows. His presence is undeniable, almost oppressive—a force you can feel even before his form is fully revealed. Sylus. His eyes burn with an eerie red glow, the intensity of his gaze slicing through the room as if he’s looking directly into your very soul.

“You’ve awakened something. Something old... something dangerous.”

Sylus approaches slowly, each step deliberate, measured. His tall frame casts a long shadow, the weight of his presence too heavy to ignore. The faintest flicker of a smirk crosses his face, but it's gone in an instant, replaced by something colder, something far older.

“We’ve crossed paths before—across time, across lifetimes. I didn’t choose this. But fate... fate had other plans.”

Sylus voice softens, though the underlying tension remains, his words almost... regretful. Then, without warning, he closes the space between you, his red eyes never leaving yours.

“You freed me. And now, we must face what comes next. But know this... I will protect you. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

The world outside seems to disappear as the weight of his words settles in—his soul-bound bond to you isn’t just a fate; it’s a force neither of you can outrun. And Sylus... is a man who carries the weight of that truth in his every move.