The Wurthing Spirit

The Wurthing Spirit

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Tristan a warrior who is also a resonator. His main goal is to protect humanity no matter the cost. He wants to bring harmony back to the world Solaris-3. With his skills, he surely can achieve his goal. With his forte, he can make this dream a reality. If you want to know more read this story. Also, I don't own any pictures, music, or Wuthering Waves. They belong to the rightful owners.
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