TorukTaketo
"I didn't ask for a new world. I just asked for five minutes of silence. Clearly, that was too much to hope for."
Scuro doesn't care for legends. He doesn't care for "fate." As the son of Vergil, he's spent his life managing a legacy of blood and a family tree that defines the word chaotic. He is a man of few words, a sharp tongue, and a blade that speaks louder than his dry, sarcastic remarks ever could
When a rift in reality drops him onto the rain-slicked shores of Solaris-3, he doesn't wake up with amnesia or a grand purpose. He wakes up with a headache and a deep irritation at the "Tacet Discords" ruining the neighborhood
The Resonators of Huanglong were expecting a "Rover"-a hero to guide them. Instead, they got Scuro: a youth who is blunt to a fault, intensely private, and quietly carries the weight of everyone's safety on his shoulders without ever asking for a "thank you."
In a world where frequencies clash and the Sound is a weapon, Scuro is the ultimate dissonance. He doesn't seek power for the sake of it; he seeks it to ensure the chaos never touches the few people he's decided are worth his silent protection.
Solaris-3 is about to find out: the quietest blade cuts the deepest.