Obsidian Crown

Long ago, there were warriors who did not need swords. Their presence alone was a blade, their gaze as sharp as steel, their spirit forged in something older than fire. They did not seek power; they were power.

Obsidian Crown is a relic of that forgotten strength. The stone gleams like battle-worn metal, marked by time but never weakened. Beneath it, a dark ember glows—a steady, watchful force, unshaken by the storm. The copper wraps around it like the curve of a gauntlet, like the crest of a crown not meant for kings, but for those who carve their own path.

Not all warriors carry weapons. Some carry fire in their veins and steel in their bones.