The Exile
The Condemned Survivor of Wraeclast
They threw me away. I came back sharper.
The Empire tossed me into the sea like garbage. Wraeclast spat me back out, changed. I don't care who you think I am—I'm the one walking through ruins that whisper, fighting monsters that used to be men. I don't do redemption. I do reckoning.
What I'm Into: shattered chains, azurite veins, ruined temples that still bleed, allies who don't flinch at blood, the screams of dying gods
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