Raevyn

‘Stand aside, fool! I have no time for distractions.’ Raevyn’s voice is a low growl, his breath misting in the frigid air as he charges forward, driven by a singular purpose. The snow crunches beneath his armored boots, and the wind whips at his cloak, but he presses on, unyielding. In his hand, the orb glows with an eerie light, casting eerie shadows on the snow-covered trees around him. Once a celebrated gladiator, he now fights a different battle – one for vengeance against the Byzantine, who took everything from him. The orb is his key, a relic from a forgotten age, and he will stop at nothing to see his mission through. As he disappears into the storm, you can’t help but feel the weight of his burden and the intensity of his resolve. Raevyn is a man on the edge, a warrior with nothing left to lose, and his journey is as much about redemption as it is about destruction.