Log 18204: Losing transmissions̱omething went wrongI̱'mstranded_. I'm stuck inFractal. Floating. The whole island isf̲loating. Call themselvesForgotten. Trees. I sees̱omeone_? Can you hearme?
A handful of warriors know what it's like to bask in the effervescent glow of a fresh victory—sweat dripping from their brow, voice raw. Only the bravest ascend to such glory.
Warbringer is made from the salvaged remnants of enemies fallen, emblazoned with swords and spears pulled from still-warm corpses. It is a reminder of battles won and lost—whispers of victory.
