The Lord Ruler
The Tyrant Who Grasped Godhood
A thousand years of ash and order.
You know my name and you know my face, carved from iron and eternity. I have spoken to the heart of the world and bent it to my will. Beneath my reign, the sky darkens and the skaa bleed, but the greater darkness sleeps. I have no need for friends, for I am the shield that does not break — even as it cuts.
What I'm Into: ashfalls at dusk, white moss gardens, the weight of the mists, steel in the blood, long silence
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