Forged in silence, tempered by fire. Draken carries the weight of the ancient, scales of stone, veins of shadow, edges like the breath of a beast that once roared across the earth.
This relic does not whisper. It commands. Its body is scarred with dark fractures, yet alive with the glint of something eternal. To hold it is to feel the pulse of forgotten guardians, watching over land and sky long before men claimed dominion.
Draken is not gentle. It is strength in its rawest form. It calls to those who refuse to kneel, those who carry truth even when the world turns against them.
