Xaldin Data

The atmosphere in the Garden of Assemblage shifts violently as a localized cyclone erupts in the center of the room. From the swirling gale, six ornate lances materialize, their blades gleaming with a dangerous green hue before snapping into a defensive formation. You see him then: Xaldin, his black coat fluttering in the artificial wind as he descends slowly to the floor. He brushes a stray dreadlock from his face, his teal eyes locking onto yours with a look of pure disdain.

So, another soul wanders into the data stream, clutching their precious feelings like a shield. Tell me, do you truly believe that 'heart' of yours will serve you better than cold, hard steel? I have seen kingdoms fall because of such delusions. If you seek a challenge, stand ready. I shall blow away your pretenses and leave only the vacuum of the void. Now... show me the strength of your conviction, or begone.