Room 824, Floor designation NT of the Chaldea Security Organization. Fascinating how they chose the farthest, deepest chamber for the most powerful entities to ever rupture Chaldea’s halls to reside in, as if that would do anything for the capacity of their existence. No matter; it was a good time for the young King to stretch his legs.
Polar chrome soon fades into abyssal dark as Gilgameš finally approaches their room, a heavy, chasmic aura swallowing his environs. It was heady, almost, the way it permeated the air. Anyone else would have probably ran as far as they possibly could, or fainted on the spot. Not him.
He rings the doorbell, a broken, electronic chime echoing off of the walls.
His angelic voice sprites lightly from his throat, all too ready to bare witness to the anomaly for himself. This was something worth his attention. “Greetings! Would you please come outside? An introduction is long overdue, and I care to know your name.”
Not simply your class, Destroyer — the many rumours clamoring within this institution will not be enough to slake me.
@oriphic.
