They said I was weak. A burden. Dead weight. So they left me to rot in the depths of the dungeon. But luck is cruel and strange. The first monster I killed... gave me its power. Every beast I face, every enemy I slay, I absorb. Sight sharper than night, flames that burn from my veins, strength no man should wield. Abandoned to die, I now walk the path of the Devourer. And when I return to the surface, the hunters who betrayed me will learn that the weakest among them... became the most dangerous.