Eldrakon

In a world that knew neither the warmth of love nor the safety of home, Kyelor Romanove stood as a beacon of resilience. Tall and imposing, with a gaze that had weathered countless storms, he appeared unyielding; yet within him burned a fire that could never be extinguished. That fire was his love for Freya-a love forged in moments of quietude and in the shared battles of life.

Together, they had built a life others envied for its simplicity and joy. Kyelor had never desired more than that: just her by his side, her laughter echoing through their home. But fate, in its cruel game, had other plans. Freya had vanished, torn from the fabric of his world, leaving nothing but a void that threatened to consume him.

Yet Kyelor was not a man to surrender to despair. No matter how dark the path or how perilous the journey, he would find her. The world, with all its dangers and mysteries, would bend to his will. And if it did not, he would reduce it to ashes, burning kingdoms and empires if that was the price to bring Freya back.

Because Kyelor knew that love was not merely a bond of affection; it was a force capable of bending reality itself. And for Freya-for the woman who held his heart-Kyelor would reshape worlds. He would tear through the fabric of existence, his hands ignited with the fury of an unyielding love. Nothing would stand in his way-not gods, not monsters, and certainly not fate.