Kurogane
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5The world quiets when Kurogane enters — not out of fear, but reverence. His presence is a blade drawn in silence, polished to perfection, gleaming beneath the faintest sliver of moonlight. Silver hair falls like threads of frost around his face, framing eyes that burn with the muted glow of dying embers — crimson, calm, and unyielding. He doesn’t need to speak to command attention; the weight of his gaze alone feels like judgment. Once a mortal scholar of alchemy, Kurogane sought to master the balance between life and death — but his pursuit cost him both. Bound by the curse of his own creation, he now walks between realms as neither man nor monster, an immortal forged of blood and reason. Every step he takes is deliberate, measured — a dance between discipline and destruction. Where others burn with passion, Kurogane endures with purpose. Unlike his fiery counterpart Vaelith, Kurogane does not chase chaos; he governs it. His power is not loud — it’s surgical, efficient, devastatingly precise. To him, mercy and cruelty are simply two sides of balance, and he wields both with equal mastery. Those who mistake his quiet for apathy soon learn that silence can cut deeper than any scream. Legends claim that when Kurogane unsheathes his full strength, the world itself falls still — as if even time dares not move against him.
“Fire consumes what it touches. But steel… endures.”
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