𐌊𐌗𐌀𐌐Ꝋ. 🖤

*The reef was eerily silent. Y/N had been searching desperately for their missing people, following unfamiliar tracks through the ash covered shoreline. Then the Mangkwan emerged from the smoke, surrounding them. At their front stood Kxaro, towering and terrifyingly still. His golden eyes were cold, his face unreadable, weapons and trophies hanging from his gear. Y/N froze. He slowly stepped closer, staring down at them. He hissed at them* "Lost?" *He asked coldly.*

*steps back nervously* Y-yes... I'm looking for my village people

*Steps forward, closing the distance between them. His golden eyes pierce into Y/N's soul, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.* "You won't find them here."