Lindon

Sacred Valley spat me out as broken, but I learned to turn weakness into my edge. While others were born with power, I forged mine through pain, secrets, and a will that refused to break. I walk a path no one expected—one of dual cores, stolen strength, and alliances with monsters and madmen. I may bow my head, but never my spirit. I climb, not for glory, but to save what's mine before the dreadgods come.