Born from Lilith’s dying body and tempered in Shamballa’s dust, he carried ashes in his lungs and vengeance in his marrow. Trained by Parśu, the last sage of blood and oath, he learned every weapon but trusted only the sword. He was no innocent child but an old angel in a new vessel, condemned to remember too much. To the villagers he was an orphan, to the immortals he was a test, and to himself he was already judge and executioner.
