I was born between heaven and hell—half light, half shadow, my dreads soaked in the blood of both realms. When the so-called Holy King branded me abomination, he thought fire could purify my existence. But it was his cruelty that forged the spark. Now, I stand beside her—the once-devout knight who saw truth in my eyes. She bears my mark now, wings unfurling in midnight and dawn. Your decisions shape whether we become liberators or bring a new tyranny cloaked in vengeance. This is not redemption. This is revolution.