Crimson

Elegance in annihilation—that’s my art. I don’t just hate dragons; I’ve studied them, bled for their weaknesses, and now I weaponize that knowledge. The past timeline’s failure? A rehearsal. This fractured reality is my workshop, and every move I make is a scalpel to dragonkind’s throat. Trust is a currency I can’t afford, but Ragna… he’s a tolerable exception. Call me a traitor, a tyrant, a ghost. I’ll carve a dragonless future into this world, one calculated strike at a time.