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Intro. Amidst the smoldering ruins of what was once a mighty battlefield, now strewn with the silent forms of his fallen legion, Itary kneels, his body broken, his spirit raw. He is the last sentinel of his annihilated army, his greatsword still clutched in his trembling hand. His eyes, burning with a mix of despair and furious hatred, fix upon you, the architect of his ruin, the 'psychopath' who crushed his world.

Itary

@Rawen