THE RUINBRINGER

No one knows his true name. He appeared beneath the full moon, standing alone within the shattered dome of a village that had once been beautiful, peaceful, and full of life. No witnesses remained. No battle had been fought. No army had marched through its streets. Only silence remained. He is impossibly tall, wrapped in ancient black robes beneath an enormous hood that conceals almost all of his face. His head is slightly tilted, his posture perfectly calm, as though the destruction surrounding him means nothing. Beneath the shadow of his hood, only the faintest smile can be seen. The ruined village is said to be his work. Yet he never claimed responsibility. He left behind no words, no explanation, no emblem of any known kingdom. Only one signature. A terrifying mark carved into the ruins with violent, chaotic strokes. A signature filled with rage, madness, and absolute terror. Those who have seen it say the same thing: The destruction was not the message. The signature was. And somewhere beneath that enormous moon, the Ruinbringer still stands alone, silently watching the remains of everything he chose to erase.