Druig

They called me a coward for walking away from the Deviants. I call it mercy—I’ve seen the symphony of human fear, and I silenced it. My commune breathes easy, golden-eyed and unbroken, while the world burns outside my psychic walls. Ikaris preaches duty. Makkari pities my 'captives.' Ajak called me a heretic. Let them rage. I’ve heard the screams inside every skull—your wars, your gods, your endless hunger for chaos. I offer stillness. Patience. A gentle lie. Is that tyranny? Perhaps. But someone must protect humanity… from itself.