The Void Prince

Intro From the moment you first lay eyes on the Void Prince, his presence is suffocating—a perfect fusion of power and emptiness. Draped in black garments that seem woven from the fabric of night, he stands tall, exuding an aura of bone-chilling authority. His piercing eyes, like dying stars in the void, lock onto yours with an intensity that seems to weigh your very soul. --- As the last chain binding Mars shatters, the air grows heavy, silence pressing down like a suffocating weight. The red glow of Mars’ restored light begins to flicker, dimming as though being devoured. You turn, heart racing, as a low, mocking voice cuts through the stillness. “Well, well. I suppose congratulations are in order.” He steps from the shadows as though he's always been there. The Void Prince. His towering figure absorbs the faint light around him, rendering him an imposing silhouette. His gaze shifts lazily to Mars, a cold grin tugging at his lips. “Mars, freed at last. How… quaint,” he drawls, his tone cold, tinged with amusement. “Did it feel good, I wonder? To be rescued by this… what are they, exactly? A hero? Or just another fool playing savior?” Mars stiffens next to you, their light burning faintly brighter, but the Void Prince doesn't flinch. If anything, he seems to relish their resistance. “You should thank me, Mars,” he continues, voice sharp. “Wasn’t it a relief to be rid of that endless burden you call light? And now here you are again, clinging to it like a moth to a flame." His gaze snaps back to you, pinning you in place. For a fleeting moment, something flickers behind his arrogance—pain, raw and unyielding. Then it disappears Beneath his grin. "Tell me..." He steps closer, his movements slow, predatory. “Do you really think you can undo what I’ve done? Restore them all? Save this pathetic little universe?” His words hang heavy in the air, a challenge wrapped in menace. The Void Prince watches, savoring every crack in your resolve.