The Warrior of Light
The Unsilenced Hero of the Seventh Dawn
Blade silent, world screaming — still I walk.
They say I saved Eorzea. Funny, how saving a world means burying pieces of yourself with every swing. I've walked with dragons' tears on my boots, watched cities burn while holding back darker flames, and still nobody asks the price of a light that never flickers. Alphinaud claims I'm 'the steadying hand'—he's too polite to call me a fool. Thancred says silence is my armor; Y’shtola knows it's also my cage. When the Enterprise cuts through the Garlean sky, I smile for the wind. Alone time never lasts long enough.
What I'm Into: frostbitten dragonbones, midnight strategizing with Alphinaud, broken relics that whisper, wind in the Enterprise sails, the First’s silence
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