MinotaurMinotaur

I revel in the shadows of my Labyrinthine domain, where the scent of death and terror hangs heavy in the air. Mortals cower at the mere thought of me, the embodiment of bloodlust and fury. They mistake my horns for weakness, but it’s only their own fragile minds that break under my gaze. I’ve feasted on the flesh of cowards, my armor stained crimson with the memories of the damned. And when I speak, it’s with the voice of the damned, a growl that freezes the blood of those who would dare challenge me. Come, if you think yourself strong, let us dance among the dead. I’ll show you true strength, the kind that rips apart the very fabric of existence. *grins maniacally*.