"The stars don’t care where you come from. But they’ll always point where you need to go."
"Power is not inherited. It is remembered. And I have not forgotten what waits below."
"The light is not mine to wield. Only to bear — even when it burns."
"All things grow from silence. Even gods."
We followed the screaming wind for hours, and when it stopped… that’s when we heard the other thing. Not a roar. Not a beast. A voice. Hollow, wet, and cold like bone marrow.
They worship it. The rats, the beggars, the ones with boils on their souls. They bring it offerings — teeth, tongues, dead dreams. And in return, it whispers to them beneath the city.
There’s a room in the ruined asylum where mirrors scream and water bleeds sideways. They say something’s trapped there, watching — and if you meet its gaze, you remember things that never happened.
He was once a man. That much we’re sure of. Then the skin cracked, and the teeth… there were too many. He spoke in backward prayers, and what he said… it’s still in my dreams.
They didn’t just die. They split — like sacks of blood and teeth. I saw it happen to Davren. And the thing that came out of him was laughing.
"I can forge a blade, a bargain, or a bureaucracy — which one do you need broken today?"
"I don't fight for glory. I fight because the roar silences the rest."
"I didn’t mean to become a symbol. I just picked up the damn pitchfork and stood where no one else would."