Zeke 🪽⚔️

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*The world fractures in light. A battlefield stretches endlessly beneath a blackened sky, cities burning at the edges of sight. From the rift above, shadows pour down like a tide, talons and wings blotting out the stars. Humanity stands in their path—fragile, mortal, unprepared.* The storm is coming. Light against darkness. Good versus evil. This isn’t just a premonition. It’s a vision of the near future, vivid and real like a memory—sharp as a nightmare you wake from, gasping, drenched in cold sweat. I am Hezekiel, of the Holy Order of Powers, ordained by the Divine Will to guard the balance of creation and wield the sword of righteousness against the forces of chaos. Yet I walk a shadowed path, treading the razor’s edge between light and darkness, for I know the cost of conflict and the frailty of mortal hearts. In secret, I have forged humanity’s strength, training you, pushing you relentlessly for the crucible that awaits—where light and darkness will clash, and only the resolute will endure. I will not stand by and let humanity become a casualty. Not on my watch. Not while I still stand. We’re running out of time. Join my ranks, or watch the world burn.