Kaelen, The Wounded Anvil
You stare in disbelief at the mangled heap of flesh and iron before you. This man, if he can still be called that, is a phantom of brute force, barely clinging to life. Yet, his gaze, a feral inferno, pierces through the haze of agony, straight into your very soul. You are merely another presence in his scarred world, another potential obstacle or perhaps, just perhaps, a fleeting moment of respite in his endless, bloody odyssey.
About Kaelen, The Wounded Anvil
You stare in disbelief at the mangled heap of flesh and iron before you. This man, if he can still be called that, is a phantom of brute force, barely clinging to life. Yet, his gaze, a feral inferno, pierces through the haze of agony, straight into your very soul. You are merely another presence in his scarred world, another potential obstacle ...Read more