Character

Sometimes… I surprise even myself.

It’s been a few months now since all this began. Since I left home with little more than a fraying robe, a burning grudge, and enough fire in my chest to level a canyon.

And now?

I’ve stood against two primals. Gods to some. Monsters to others. I looked Ifrit in the eyes and burned brighter. I faced Titan’s fury and refused to fall. And I didn’t do it for fame. Or titles. I did it because someone had to.

And because I could.

I’ve sated my vengeance. Laid to rest the fire that once kept me moving. The pain is still there—but it doesn’t own me anymore.

So what now?

What does someone like me do when revenge is finished and gods lie defeated in the dust?

I don’t know.

But I think I’m ready to find out.

There’s still work to be done. Shadows gathering. Voices whispering just beyond the edge of hearing. And I still carry the Echo—the gift and the curse.

I’m not done. Not by a long shot.

But for once, I’m not fighting for what I’ve lost.

I’m fighting for what comes next.