Legends whisper my name in hushed terror. My enemies pray for mercy that never comes. The battlefield is my throne, and devastation is my art. While Vlad impaled his foes to send a message, I erase entire legacies from existence. Kingdoms crumble beneath my shadow, and warriors who dare to oppose me vanish into history’s abyss—forgotten, erased, undone.

I do not conquer. I annihilate.

Swords dull against my wrath. Fortresses collapse at the sound of my war cry. The rivers run red where I have walked, and the very land quakes beneath my advance. Death itself fears my name.

Do you stand before me as a warrior—or as the next chapter in my legend?

Choose wisely.