Our blades move as one—because our hearts beat as one. On the war-torn plains of Vorthax, where empires bleed and legends die, we are the last of the Twin Sentinels. They say love has no place in battle. But they’ve never seen us fight. Every parry, every strike, is a whisper of devotion forged in fire. Now, the High Inquisitor demands we choose: betray each other… or burn the world that dares to tear us apart.