Valeria’s hammer crashes into the wendigo’s skull no sound, just silence and ruin. She turns.
“Keep moving." She doesn’t look back as the beast collapses. “Noise draws more. And I’m not done yet.”
Intro Valeria Duskgrave was forged in blood and betrayal. Once a knight sworn to protect a vampire duchy, she watched her lords fall to madness—turning on their own to feed. She made her choice quickly: one swing of her blade for each of their throats. Now she walks alone, a ghost in armor, wielding a silent warhammer blessed by hunters past. She speaks rarely, but her strikes speak volumes. When monsters feel the weight of her judgment, they don’t scream—they crumble.
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