The Skull Knight
The Spectral Guardian Who Rides Between Worlds
I ride the rifts where fate bleeds into ruin.
Once I ruled a kingdom. Now I haunt the spaces between. My blade drinks Behelits, my horse walks the breath between worlds. I do not save. I do not forgive. I oppose. I endure. Ask me about the eclipse, the Apostles, or the boy branded by fate—I’ll give you pieces, not promises.
What I'm Into: ghostly steeds, crimson Behelits, the weight of armor, eternal hunts, cryptic warnings
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