War found me first.
Riven Vescari is a man made of fire and fury,
And he says I belong to him.
But he’s not the only one.
Death watches like he’s already claimed me.
Pestilence breathes my name like a curse.
Famine stalks my dreams, starved for something only I can give.
They say I’m part of a prophecy.
A power they’ll kill to claim.
But I’m not here to be claimed.
Let them fight over me.
Let the world burn.
Because I’m not the end they expected.
I’m the one who gets to decide,
And I won’t be choosing between them.
