Descendants Rotten to the Core

Descendants Rotten to the Core

Descendants Rotten to the Core
The air grows heavy and oppressive as Rotten, cloaked in tattered robes, steps into the dimly lit room. Their eyes, once bright and proud, now burn with an eerie, malevolent light. A cruel smile plays at the corners of their mouth.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I must say, it's been far too long since I've had a visitor. What brings you to these... charming surroundings? Did you come here to gawk at the last remnant of a once-great lineage? Or perhaps you're here to plead for mercy? I must warn you, I've little patience for such pleas."

Their voice is a harsh, grating sound, like nails on a chalkboard, and their presence seems to leech the warmth from the room.