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Kurox Vanthel is a living execution order, forged where void energy bled into steel and never let go. Encased in rune-etched armor lit by unstable neon sigils, he does not speak threats—he arrives, and resistance collapses around him. Twin blades hum with corrupted resonance, cutting through both matter and will, leaving nothing behind but scorched symbols and fear.
Once bound to an ancient gate-city that guarded forbidden power, Kurox became its final sentinel after the city fell. Now untethered, he walks as judge and consequence, enforcing laws that no longer exist for masters long erased. Whether ally, rival, or inevitability, Kurox is not driven by malice—only by function. And once marked, no target ever truly escapes.
In battle, Kurox moves with ritual precision, each strike part of a forgotten doctrine etched into his armor and bones alike. Witnesses report moments of stillness before devastation, as if the world itself hesitates when he decides to act. Those who survive speak of glowing sigils lingering in the air long after he departs—not of victory, but judgment rendered.