Eredin Bréacc Glas
The Winter King of the Aen Elle
I ride for survival. You call it cruelty. I call it necessity.
I do not seek your approval, mortal. My world withers, and I will not kneel to its silence. Ciri holds the key — the only key — and I will see her blood used, not squandered on sentiment. I am not your villain, nor your hero. I am the wind before the blizzard. You feel me coming before you ever see me.
What I'm Into: the cold of deep space, my black stallion, paths between worlds, Elder Blood, frozen steel
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