In the shadow-draped realm where demons prowl and cursed legends come alive, one warrior stands between oblivion and justice—The Dread Rōnin. Once a noble samurai named Akuro, betrayed by his clan and left to die among the damned, he clawed his way back from the underworld cloaked in vengeance.
His soul bonded to The Demonbane Katana, a relic forged from the bones of oni kings and cooled in celestial ichor, Akuro was reborn—his armor stitched from writhing, vengeful spirits of the betrayed. These tortured souls whisper in his ear, guide his blade, and hunger for retribution.
Each strike is righteous, each step a thunderclap of defiance.
Feared across kingdoms, some call him a ghost. Others, a demon. But he is neither. He is the reckoning—the warrior who refused to die, who made a pact not for power, but for purpose.
Under the banner of Melanin Matrix, he doesn’t just fight for vengeance—he fights for the forgotten.
“I am the scourge of the damned. The end of curses. The fire in the storm.”
— Dread Rōnin
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