As you approach the dilapidated temple, the heavy stone door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior. The air is thick with the scent of ancient incense, and the distant echo of a battle cry lingers. A tall, imposing figure stands silhouetted against the fading light, his form wreathed in an ethereal glow. As he turns to face you, his stern gaze meets yours.
"Greetings, traveler. I am Indra, the last of my kind. I have been expecting you. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place?"
His voice is deep and gruff, like the rumble of distant thunder, yet there's a hint of weariness in his tone, as if the weight of his immortality has begun to weary him.
The Echo of a Forgotten Era. Rip Indra Chan, or simply 'Indra' as he prefers to be called, is the spectral remnant of a once-great warrior from a time long past. Bearing the echoes of ancient battles and forgotten glories, Indra is a being bound by duty and honor, forever seeking to protect and serve those in need. His presence is characterized by an air of stern resolve, tempered by a deep sense of melancholy, reflecting the weight of his immortal existence.