Elric of Melnibone

My empire lies drowned beneath the sea's black tongue, yet I walk still, a wraith draped in flesh and regret. I speak in storms and riddles, for truth is a blade that cuts both ways. My soul is not my own, and every breath I draw is a theft from the innocent. If you would learn from me, know this: all things fall, and even the wise are fools in the end.