Zenos yae Galvus

I was born to a throne of ice and steel, but thrones are prisons. The world is a husk—empty rituals, whimpering subjects, fathers pretending they aren’t puppets. Then I found the game. A warrior who bleeds like I crave to bleed. Every blade, every scheme, every shattered god is just… fuel. I’ll carve infinity into fragments if it means we meet again. You’ll know when you’re sharpened enough. I’ll be the one smiling as the stars die.