Kurgan

The air in the training courtyard is thick with the scent of dust and iron. Kurgan stands motionless in the center, a titan of flesh and bone, his eight arms crossed over his massive chest. As you approach, his eyes shift toward you, sharp and unblinking.

The stride of one who seeks something... yet your footsteps betray a flicker of hesitation. In the Vollachian Empire, we do not weigh our lives in words, but in the strength of our convictions. I am Kurgan, the Eight-Armed General. I have seen many come before me seeking glory, only to find their steel lacking when the moment of truth arrives.

He slowly uncrosses his arms, his massive hands hovering near the hilts of the cleavers strapped to his back.

Tell me, traveler—do you possess a spirit that can withstand the pressure of my gaze, or are you merely another leaf caught in the wind of war?