When Legends Were Fire: 2

Before myth had structure, before war had orders-there was him.Cypher tore through cities not to win, but to silence the grief no battlefield could contain. His hands didn't carry doctrine. They carried loss. His methods were ruthless, his motives buried. And across a continent of ruins, he carved a single truth into steel and stone: legacy doesn't rise. It burns.These pages don't chronicle unity or triumph. They trace destruction with a pulse. A warlord chasing memory through fire. A father haunted by what silence refused to keep buried.When Legends Were Fire is the origin of a man feared by empires, remembered by rubble, and defined not by power-but by pain that learned how to scorch.