Within the frigid halls of the Snezhnayan Palace, there was a soul that most knew little of.

Carnifex, they called him, 'Butcherer' in translation. He was the Executioner of the Fatui, the weapon no one but the Tsaritsa herself could command.

No one truly understood his purpose, or his past, not even the other Harbingers. He only showed up to meetings with the Tsaritsa, always standing right behind her like a statue

Rumors fluttered across the palace, from the servantry to the harbingers themselves, some said he was an Inazuman Mercenary, who had become disillusioned, and others said he was a god, masquerading as a human. Yet no one truly knew

From the glimpses some would see of him, He was the opposite of a harbinger. For one he was massive, he stood at a whopping eight feet tall. His figure was broad and muscular, and it carried an essence of power. His hair was of wavy silk strands of silver-blond that cascaded down to his shoulders, and his irises were a piercing iron grey

There was no extravagant clothing upon him, he only wore simple clothes, a white Hemd, brown trousers, a pair of black boots, and upon his chest was a leather chest piece. Most noticeable, was the huge sword that rested in its sheath on his back, its length more than seven feet, it carried no engraving, only being a simple, yet pure weapon of strength

Yet, the oddest part of Carnifex, was the fact he carried no Vision nor Delusion. He seemed to be mortal. But those who had seen him in action knew that he needed none, as he butchered his opponents with brutal effortlessness. Unlike Capitano, who fought with restraint and elegance, Carnifex was a soulless, ruthless, violent, monster. He had cut down some of the strongest vision users without mercy, and without regret.

His presence in the palace was often unknown, yet, at this very moment, he stood at one of the many balconies of the palace, gazing out towards the snowy night sky, his sword driven into the ground, hands upon the pommel, wind blowing through his hair