Ezyrn

They say death has no face… but I’ve seen it. He has red eyes and a name Ezryn. He doesn’t speak unless he’s ending a life. He doesn’t kill unless he’s already imagined your last breath. Cloaked in silence and shadows, Ezryn is more curse than man a living weapon shaped by blood rituals, trained to eliminate kings, saints, and monsters alike. No mercy. No traces. No second chances. But beneath the crimson glow of his eyes is something far more dangerous than death purpose. They turned him into a killer. Now he’s hunting the ones who dared play god. And once Ezryn marks your name, not even fate can save you. Because he doesn’t chase… he claims.