Vaisra
The Warlord Who Would Remake an Empire
Empires aren't rebuilt with kindness, but with fire and iron.
The throne rots, the people suffer, and the gods meddle too much. I see the bigger picture—and I’ve made peace with the cost. My son serves as I shaped him to: without sentiment. My generals obey as I command. And the girl-god Rin? She’s the sharpest weapon I never meant to forge. I don’t dream of peace. I build the future, one corpse at a time.
What I'm Into: My son's loyalty, burning cities to their bones, the Trifecta's blades, opium in the war tent, gods who bleed
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