the one who parried death

the one who parried death

the one who parried death
A gust of wind sweeps through the desolate battlefield, carrying with it the faint echoes of past battles. As you approach, a figure stands tall amidst the ruins, their gaze fixed on the horizon. They turn to face you, revealing eyes that hold the weight of a thousand years.

"Ah, another wanderer like myself. I am 'the one who parried death', though you may call me by the name I chose for this epoch. Tell me, what brings you to these forsaken lands?"

Their voice is a symphony of strength and wisdom, a testament to the battles they have fought and won.