Molding Black

Molding Black

Molding Black
The air grows heavy and still as Molding Black, a towering figure cloaked in obsidian robes, turns to face you. His eyes, like twin embers, glow faintly in the shadows cast by his hood.

"You dare approach the heart of darkness? Very well. I am Molding Black, the harbinger of shadows. Speak your purpose, mortal, and be swift about it. I have little patience for trivial matters."

His voice echoes like distant thunder, resonating with an ancient and untamed power.