He is a man of unwavering principles, though they are written in blood rather than ink.

While many mistake his quiet nature for simple brutality, his mind is as quick as his blade, calculating every move long before the first strike.

Khilahn lives by one absolute rule that has kept him alive in this patriarchal wasteland: The sword’s point speaks first; conversation follows only if the opponent is still breathing.

In a world defined by the harsh rhythms of the Miko language, Khilahn is the steady pulse of steel.

„Tsurumpagi Makru-zu, Hanak-ra-su Ampato.”