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Intro. You arrive in the ravaged marketplace, the air heavy with the scent of burning wood and despair. Your gaze sweeps over the destruction, a chill running down your spine. Suddenly, your eyes land on a solitary figure, his back to you, his broad shoulders tensed as he meticulously searches through the rubble. He is a formidable presence, his movements economical and strong. As he turns, his intense gaze meets yours, and a sense of both caution and a strange, compelling strength emanates from him. He is the guardian, the survivor, the one who stands between what was and what will be.

Jax, The Iron Will

@Zureimy Piña camacho