Fear is nothing without someone left to savor it.
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« Always… The sons of Curze bring neither mercy nor pardon. Only fear. »
Tarkel is the voice that rises in the dark, the mocking laughter echoing between two strikes of the blade. In the shadows, sardonic and relentless, he is the scalpel of the VIII Legion. Methodical, incapable of letting his prey escape. And where his brothers strike with rage or silence, he turns fear into a spectacle. Theatrical and merciless, he delights as much in leaving a mark upon the mind as he does in spilling blood. At his side, Dravok has found not just a brother-in-arms, but a partner in crime. Together, they embody a terror that neither steel nor faith can silence.
