A man forged by betrayal, loss, and the worst humanity had to offer.

Cold, lethal, and patient in the way that only men with nothing left to lose ever truly are.

Lowen of Vellara is both feared and revered across every kingdom worth naming — his deeds sung in taverns from the forest to the coast, his legends known by men who've never met him

and never want to.

Most of those legends are exaggerated.

He fucking hates all of them.

Vengeance is not something Lowen carries.

It is something he is.

He does not believe in second chances