What man has the right to deny his limits? What man has the right to deny his death? What man had the right to go beyond what his body is capable of? No man has such rights, and yet, Everett Wolf did all those things, at the cost of his sanity and unmarred appearance. He tore through his own flesh, yet forced it to hold. He shattered his bones, though did not let them lose their shape. His limbs twisted and contorted in unnatural ways, but he snapped them back into place. All these efforts to fight the monsters invading his world. All these efforts to be the strongest. All these efforts to overcome those blessed with magical powers and bodies. Everett was brutal, uncaring, unfeeling. He slaughtered the monsters by the billions, his long white hair, rage filled gold eyes, and scar covered skin gaining him a nickname spoken in his native language. A title that struck fear into the hearts of man and beast alike. Der Wilde Gott. The Savage God.
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