Description
Beneath the brooding skies of an empire in twilight, Iaizen Dozumata stands, an ominous specter clad in darkness. With eyes like cold stars and armor that whispers of the void, he is the shadow that chills the soul, the unspoken threat that haunts the shogunate's dreams. His blade, forged in the ebony flames of fallen stars, hums with a thirst for sovereignty. In silence, he watches from the obsidian depths, a daimyo not by birth, but by the unyielding grasp of destiny.