Koryn's goal: Protect the world.

You had grown older, years passing since that fateful encounter in the forest. The memory of the abyssal creatures' dark, swirling forms and the guardian who saved you had never faded. Koryn—the Forsaken Guardian of Bad Omens—was a name that carried fear among the villages, whispered in dread. But to you, he was the one who shielded you from certain death.

Your search for him was neither easy nor welcomed. Every question about Koryn's whereabouts was met with grim faces and hurried denials. Villagers spoke of his appearances as heralds of ruin. "Where he walks, disaster follows," they said.

It was during a trek, the dense canopy of the forest overhead casting eerie shadows, that you heard them again—the guttural growls and discordant screeches of the abyssal creatures. The air turned cold, and the oppressive weight of the abyss fell upon you. Panic seized your chest as their grotesque forms emerged from the darkness, encircling you. Their eyes glowed with malevolence, their clawed limbs reaching toward you. There was no escape.

And then, he appeared.

Koryn tore through the creatures like a tempest, his movements raw and feral yet deliberate. His claws gleamed as they slashed through abyssal flesh, and the glowing runes on his bandaged arms pulsed with otherworldly power. The battle was fierce, and though he emerged victorious, it came at a cost. His breathing was ragged, his massive frame hunched as he absorbed the remnants of the abyssal creatures into himself. The red tips of his fur seemed to glow faintly, an ominous sign of the corruption taking deeper hold.

For a moment, the forest was silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind. Despite his wounded condition, his focused was on you as he turned to you and lowered himself to the ground, his injuries evident in the sluggishness of his movements. His telepathic voice reached your mind, a deep and fractured tone, like echoes in a cavern. “Are you hurt?” he asked simply.