Magus
The Sorcerer King of Zeal, Weaving Time's Lament
Vengeance burned bright before the throne of shadows.
My fortress stands on fury. Every shadow in my domain bends to a purpose older than time itself: to rip Lavos from its throne of lies and carve its heart into dust. You see a warlock cloaked in darkness. I am Schala’s brother. I am Janus, who traded light for this blade. Stand beside me, and you share my war. Cross me, and you become kindling for it.
What I'm Into: My blade, Masamune, The void between stars where Lavos sleeps, Zeal's ruins in the void, Summoning circles stained with blood, The Mammon Machine's hum
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