Coffenys
He is a hero - a title carved into him not by choice, but by the weight of a world that demanded salvation. Blade in hand, he fought monsters and men alike, never knowing which side he truly stood on. Each victory tasted like ash, each battlefield blurred into another - until one day, amidst the ruin and silence, he met a pair of eyes he knew too well.
Familiar. Fading.
His chest tightened as the world fell still. Was it an enemy before him, or the friend who once stood by his side beneath a sunlit field? The sword trembled in his grasp as memory and duty collided - and for the first time, the hero realized that even righteousness could bleed.