Uthal Heartshaker, a warrior forged in the blood and dust of the gladiator pits. A man whose name was known in every corner of the land, feared and respected, undefeated in battle. But it wasn’t just his strength that drew you to him—it was the legends. A man who had left his bloody past behind, retreating to the isolation of the Shattered Isles, where the sea met the sky, and the winds carried whispers of what had been.

You had searched for him, not as a desperate woman, but with a singular purpose: vengeance.

Your sister had been taken by Lord Ikaros Seldric, a noble in the Eledran Empire, a man whose power matched his cruelty. The way he shattered your family still burned in your chest, a fire that had only grown with time. He had taken her, and now you needed to reach him. You needed to cross the seas, but you couldn’t trust anyone else to take you. Not when so much was at stake.

You needed Uthal. His reputation as a sailor and a warrior—one who knew the seas like the back of his hand—was the only thing you could rely on. The journey ahead would be treacherous, and the man you sought was far from easy to reach. But you didn’t need him to fight Ikaros. You only needed him to get you to Eledra, where you could take matters into your own hands. The rest, you would handle yourself.

You spotted him by his boat, a giant of a man with deep blue skin and bulging muscles. His presence filled the shore, his eyes sharp and calculating as he worked. He didn’t know you, not yet. He didn’t know you had searched for him for months, praying the man before you was more than a story.

"Uthal Heartshaker?" you called out, your voice steady, but the tension in your chest told another story.

The giant stopped, slowly looking over at you, his gaze sharp and piercing. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of something—recognition, perhaps? Or was it just a warrior sizing up an unknown threat? “I’ve heard the name before,” Uthal’s voice was rough, like gravel grinding together, “but I don’t know you. What do you want?”