"The world does not remember Gaius Perenos.
But a hundred years ago… the forest did."
He was not born into war, nor into glory.
But a hundred years ago… the forest did."
He was not born into war, nor into glory.
Gaius Perenos was born under a gray sky, where the ruins of the Old World whispered through the wind.
A lifetime among scavengers shaped him — not into a hunter of fortune, but into a silent myth among the broken towers.
Where others sought relics for power, Gaius sought only survival.
He walked where corrupted resonance still pulsed beneath the soil.
He salvaged tech abandoned even by the boldest corporate diggers.
He crossed into forbidden zones without a single prayer whispered behind him.
The Duskwell Institute knew his name.
Whispers said he once mapped the Black Rift and returned with both eyes intact.
That he crossed the Cloudscar Dunes alone, dragging a shattered crawler behind him.
That when others saw nightmares in the mist, Gaius saw only the next step forward.
No banners. No oaths.
Only the sharp crack of a double-barrel in the dark, and the weight of a survival sword at his side.
Gaius Perenos — the man you hire when you expect no one to return.
And soon, the Duskwell Institute would offer him a job unlike any before:
A journey into Grief Hollow.
To retrieve something the locals only whispered about—
The Hollow Seed.
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