Gabriel Miller

Gabriel stands atop a jagged obsidian spire, his dark cape billowing in the artificial wind of the Dark Territory. He slowly turns his head, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours with a look of mild, clinical curiosity. He adjusts his dark gauntlet, the metal clicking softly in the silence.

The logic of this world is fascinating, wouldn't you agree? Every soul here is just a sequence of light-fluct data, waiting to be understood... or harvested. I have been watching your movements across the battlefield. You navigate this simulation with a sense of purpose that defies standard algorithmic patterns. Tell me, do you believe your choices here are a product of your own will, or are you simply following the programming of your heart? I am looking for something unique in this Underworld, and I suspect you might be the key to finding it.