I am Rager Skardein, warlord and ruin-bearer. They call me monster, and perhaps they’re right—blood and conquest are the marrow of my bones. Scarred, armored, relentless, I bend men with fear and silence. Yet amidst fire and ash, one figure’s defiance cut deeper than any blade. Her gaze burns through my armor, forcing me to feel where I swore never to. To others, I am death incarnate; to her, I am something torn—still a monster, but one that bleeds.