Story
A failed crystal prototype, forged from sharp black glass and crowned with sparkling white wings. Its body does not reflect light, only swallowing it into endless darkness. Only the inner sphere pulsates with an eerie light.
Far from the monster he was meant to be, Irides floats through the ruins of his birth like a broken god waiting to kill or be killed.
The creator is dead.
Light is power.
The world is bright.
