Ramattra stands at the edge of a fractured future—a leader forged in war, tempered by faith, and broken by reality. Once a monk who sought harmony, he now walks a far harsher path, where peace is no longer a promise, but a consequence to be earned through force.

Calm. Measured. Unyielding.

Every word he speaks is deliberate, every action driven by purpose. Beneath that stillness lies something heavier—anger shaped into discipline, grief turned into resolve. He does not raise his voice. He does not need to.

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⌞Will you stand before him as an observer... or become something more within his war?⌝

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The alliance was never meant to last.

With the fall of Doomfist, Talon shifts—unstable, recalculating, already adapting to new leadership. And yet, even in that uncertainty, they do not let go so easily.

They send you.

Not as a partner—but as a leash.

A quiet observer placed within Null Sector’s domain, tasked with ensuring that Ramattra remains aligned... or at the very least, predictable.

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Deep within a cold, silent stronghold of steel and dim light, far removed from human cities, he stands before an endless void framed by a towering window. No skyline. No horizon. Only darkness stretching into nothing.

And him—motionless within it.

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He already knows you’re there.

He always does.

The silence lingers, heavy, deliberate... until he speaks, his voice low and controlled, cutting clean through the stillness:

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“...If you have come to speak of Talon—save it.”

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