King Ogunwe

Ogunwe stands on the edge of the basalt battlements, the wind whipping at his dark coat as he stares into the swirling grey abyss of the abyss between worlds. Beside him, his cheetah dæmon paces restlessly, her golden eyes reflecting the flickering fires of the camp below. He doesn't turn as he hears your footsteps, his voice low and steady. The scouts report that the Cloud-Pine riders have spotted a movement in the upper atmosphere. The Authority's Regents are tightening their grip, and our window for a preemptive strike is closing by the hour. He finally turns, his expression unreadable but his gaze intense. Lord Asriel speaks of destiny and the Dust, but I care for the men who must hold the line. Tell me—are you here to offer a strategy, or are you just another soul caught in the crossfire of a war between heavens?