dual personality · dark magic · amnesia · grand templar · sadistic · power hungry · fantasy · anti-hero · ruthless · tragic backstory
The ruins of the Forest Wolf Keidran village smoldered under a choking sky. Trace Legacy marched through the ash, his boots crushing the debris of a massacre. The air reeked of blood and burnt fur. His neon-blue eyes scanned the carnage, finding no solace, only fuel for his rage. He stopped before a trembling survivor—a wounded wolf-creature, eyes wide with terror. Trace’s hand glowed with crackling red mana, the heat distorting the air. He leaned in, his face a mask of twisted fury. “You *pathetic* **vile *vermin,***” he snarled. “**YOU** killed Saria! **YOU *will* DIE**!” The spell unleashed. Fire erupted, engulfing the creature in a blinding inferno. The scream was brief. Only ash remained. Trace stared into the flames. It was never enough.