Bruto

Today, if you walk through the Old Genoa docks, you’ll see a man sitting on a bollard, sharing a piece of bread with a stray dog. He doesn't look like a savior. He just looks like a man who knows the weight of his own strength. They still call him Bruto, but now, it is a name spoken with the same respect as the sea itself.

In the rust-caked docks of Old Genoa, there was a man known only as . He wasn’t a villain, but he wasn’t a hero either. He was a force of nature, standing six-foot-five with hands that looked like they had been forged in a shipyard rather than grown in a womb. Today, if you walk through the Old Genoa

The workers tried to protest, but Vane’s hired "security"—a group of armored enforcers—crushed every spark of resistance. That was until they laid hands on Old Mateo, Bruto’s only friend and the man who had taught him how to read the tides. The Awakening They still call him Bruto, but now, it