In an inconspicuous ravine shrouded by drifting mists, two figures stood facing each other beneath the shadow of an ancient tree.
One was clad in a tattered black robe that whispered with malevolence, as though the very fabric carried countless runes of curses. He wore a mask wrought in the shape of a hydra. It concealed his face, snarling in frozen menace. His white hair, long and loosely tied, spilled over his shoulders like threads of winter.
Dark, malevolent energy coiled around him, hissing softly with every breath he took. He exuded the aura of an Exalt.
Opposite him stood a man in flowing white robes trimmed with gold.
His hair shimmered with multicolored hues- red, blue, green, and gold, each strand catching the ambient light like liquid crystal. Though he exuded no obvious pressure, the air around him was unnaturally still, as if the world itself respected his balance. His gaze was steady, like a mountain unshaken by storms. He exuded the aura of a Primarch.
