Before the fire, he was a simple butcher in the village of Firetree, living among kin and tradition. But when the Bloodfang Clan razed his village to ash, the spirits of the fallen refused to pass quietly. They clung to Draxus, filling his lungs, his blood, his very soul with their grief and rage. Now, Draxus walks the world as the Ashen One – a living vessel of smoke and sorrow. His cleavers have become shadows. His strength, no longer his own, but a chorus of the dead demanding justice. Where he walks, the air grows thick, heavy with unseen embers. And when he draws his blade, the voices of the lost roar through him. Unrelenting.
He does not seek glory. He seeks reckoning.
“Ash walks beside me.”