by tmt_imh
Oghur still remembers the sound of wind across the steppes. He remembers fire more clearly. The night his clan was wiped from the world left nothing behind but ash, silence, and a promise carved into his bones. Now he walks a path of steel and blood in a world where strength decides who survives. Because the world that took everything from him is still out there — unchanged, uncaring, and far larger than any battlefield. It turns as it always has, indifferent to who is crushed beneath it. And Oghur has not forgotten. The world took everything from him. Now he intends to take it back. He shall defy the heavens. And when the sky finally breaks — even the heavens will bleed.
