Who is he?
As the brute's lifeless husk crumpled to the ground, Jaegar took a moment to inspect the seared brand marring its flesh. The cruel sigil was unmistakable - the same mark borne by all exiles condemned to the Sinners' Domain.
But what inscrutable purpose had drawn these wretched souls to this battlefield? In the first place, how did they escape such a desolate prison?
His musings were abruptly severed by the clarion calls of anguished screams reverberating across the churning chaos. Snapping his head up, Jaegar's gaze rapidly took in the unfolding tableau of the melee.
There, at the heart of the roiling maelstrom, stood Kyra, the indomitable warrior princess, now encircled by a knot of her most stalwart protectors.