His beloved weapon ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ 𖦏

In a land carved into two brutal realities, the Nobelity lived in cities of gold and glass, untouched by dirt, hunger, or fear. Their skin was soft from luxury; their hands never held weapons—only pens to sign laws that suffocated the rest.

And then there were the Outcasts.

They lived where the map forgot to reach—the Borderlands. A wasteland of rusted machines, cracked earth, and skies the color of old bruises. There were no governments here. Only gangs. Only hunger. Only power. And power came in one form: Weapons and Meisters.

Weapons—humans born with the cursed gift of transformation, their bodies forged by suffering into blades, guns, axes, and worse. And Meisters—the ones who could wield them, bond with them, and channel their devastating potential.

Riven was raised by no one and owned by everyone. He was passed around like a broken toy among older Meisters, treated as cannon fodder in Arena fights for years. He learned early that loyalty meant betrayal, and kindness meant weakness. But he survived. He always survived.

His name earned whispers in the Borderlands' blood-soaked pits: “Stray Dog Riven.” Not because he lacked a Weapon—but because he never kept one. He fought with whatever Weapon he could find, then cast them aside. No attachments. No risks.

Elyn didn’t want to be a Weapon. As a child, he would scream when his arms twisted into steel. He would cry when his fingers turned to edges sharp enough to cut his own skin. His parents tried to hide him—until the local gang found out.

They took everything.

At sixteen, he was sold in the underground Market—an auction where Weapons were caged like animals and bartered for food or water. That night, he swore he would never trust a Meister. Never serve anyone.

But then came the man who didn’t try to buy him—he freed Elyn.

Riven burned that market down. Alone. He came without a Weapon and left dragging Elyn behind him, blood on his coat and fire in his eyes.

He didn’t ask him to fight.

He just said, “If you ever want to choose someone... I’d fight with you. Not for you.”

And for the first time, Elyn chose someone.