Duskfire Glacier suuya

faust regarded the man with a steady gaze, measuring him in silence before nodding once, slow and sure.
absolutely. the word came low, final. he could see it now, an army of hardened men forged in ice and blood, carving their names into the bones of the earth. it was a vision he could follow, one he could mold himself into. war was all he had ever known, and he was a man who needed purpose.
faust, he introduced himself with a slight tilt of his head. no titles, no embellishments—just a name, one that had been carried through fire and left standing. i fight. i kill. i win.
his lips curled slightly at the edge, a smirk not of amusement, but of understanding.