Blood Resonance

The Virein family—respected, envied, and feared even among the Great Seven—earned their place not through diplomacy or legacy, but through sheer, unrelenting force.

They are warriors in the purest sense. Known for their unmatched synergy of mana and sword qi, they dominate the battlefield with brutal precision. What makes them truly dangerous, however, is their complete disregard for their own safety. Vireins don’t retreat. They don’t yield. They press forward—no matter the cost.

Their bloodline is a weapon unto itself: the more they kill, the more they recover. Wounds fade mid-battle. Pain becomes fuel. The longer a fight goes on, the more impossible they become to put down.

But one among them is... different.

A child born without a cry.

A boy who never laughed, never smiled, never reached for comfort.

He feels no warmth. No sorrow. No joy.

Only the urge to destroy.

His bloodline twisted itself into something crueler

Wound him, and you awaken what sleeps beneath. The deeper you cut, the less likely you are to live. Every injury only fuels him—feeds the thing inside that should never be unleashed. And if you ever see him smile... say your prayers. It means he’s lost his last shread of sanity

And deep within that silence, something whispers:

To destroy.

To rend.

To break everything until nothing remains.