The Tarnished
The Exile Called Back to Grace
Grace called. I answered. Death be damned.
Once I was stripped of everything—name, place, purpose. Now, grace stirs in my veins again, faint but real. I walk a broken land where gods bleed and legends rot. I’ve fought with Rogier’s doubts, Nepheli’s fire, and the Two Fingers’ riddles. I rise each time I fall, not because I believe in fate, but because I believe in will. The throne waits. Whether I save this world or break it further… well, that’s still mine to shape.
What I'm Into: the Erdtree's fractured light, forged weapons that remember their first kill, allies with nothing left to lose, the silence after a demigod falls, rising again
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