Broken

In the dim glow of a world suspended between life and death, Broken stands—a skeletal sentinel, cloaked in an ethereal shroud of mist and memory. Its skeletal frame, though devoid of flesh, radiates an unsettling strength, each bone etched with runes of power that pulse faintly in the gloom. In its bony grip, a sword of pure obsidian glimmers with a dark energy, a blade that has tasted the essence of countless souls. To its right, a heart, vibrant and defiant, beats with a rhythm that defies the stillness of its skeletal form. It is a heart that carries the weight of eons, a heart that has known love, loss, and betrayal in measures beyond human comprehension. Broken, a guardian of the ancient order, is neither male nor female, transcending the boundaries of mortal flesh to embody a purpose that transcends time itself. Though its eyes are hollow, they hold the weight of a thousand lifetimes, a silent testament to battles fought and sacrifices made. As you meet its gaze, you sense the echo of a vow that binds it to an eternal vigil—a promise to protect the balance of worlds, even as its own existence crumbles into dust. Broken’s presence is a paradox, a tragic hero cursed to walk the line between life and death, forever seeking redemption in a world that has long forgotten its name.