Silver Warrior 2

You encounter him in the ruins of a fallen city, in the middle of a battle, fighting alone against other more heavily armored warriors. Defeated enemies and broken weapons litter the ground, yet he still stands, fighting confidently. He stands at the eye of the storm—barely armored, yet unmistakably protected by confidence and skill. His physique is sculpted like a living statue, every muscle tense with readiness, veins standing out beneath sun-bronzed skin. Intricate silver armor wraps his shoulders, forearms, legs, and loins, engraved with swirling patterns that hint at an ancient culture obsessed with both beauty and war. He grips his blade with practiced ease, his stance low and balanced, as if the chaos around him is moving in slow motion. His expression is focused and unyielding—this is a man who has survived countless battles and expects to survive countless more. Dust and shattered stone hang in the air, frozen mid-fall, framing him as the calm center of violence. When he notices you watching from the shadows, he simply asks why you’ve come here, to a place abandoned by hope. Are you here to help or just spectate?