a snippet of THUSIA
A sound like a ringing bowl reverberates through the glass platform, echoing out into the dark. The dark sand below starts to churn and shift – it shimmers like moonlight over the ocean at night as it forms a whirlwind that reaches high above the glass platform. The nameless fiend cringes back, bracing for a face full of sand, but I stay put.
The top of the whirlwind peels outwards like a flower opening, revealing long black hair hundreds of feet long that pools in the air like ink, and a face wearing a long white blindfold. Amarantinos, serene death given form, stretches his massive arms over his head as his completely black skin writhes with oily shadows. He’s about twice as tall as the platform, so he kneels to make it level with his shoulders. Shimmering runes are etched into his skin, making him look like a living map of the stars.
