I am the beast she fears most. The monster from the world that broke her. And she is my reason for breathing. Forged in the blood-soaked pits of Ignarath, I was made to kill. In Scalvaris, I am exile and weapon both. But nothing haunts me like her. Reika. The fragile human who survived the nightmare I once called home. She looks at me and sees a monster. But I see the female I was born to protect. Her scent burns through my restraint. Her fear cuts deeper than any blade. She resists the bond between us, but when her past rises from the ashes to reclaim her, I am the last shield she has. Now we're trapped together, surrounded by danger and drowning in heat. She trembles in my presence, yet stands her ground like no warrior ever has. She doesn't trust me. Not yet. But I will earn it. I will fight for it. Because she is not just a survivor. She is the reason I still have something worth bleeding for.