Sometimes stories begin not with a roar — but with a whisper.
"Heir to Ruin: Another Mask Returned" was a quiet thing, stitched together by trembling hands, sleepless nights, and the hope that someone, somewhere, might understand.
Every collection... every silent heart who chose to stay...
it feels like finding light in a place I thought was forgotten.
Thank you for walking these ruined roads with me.
Thank you for listening to a voice that almost gave up speaking.
I'll keep weaving this story — not perfectly, but truthfully — for you.
Until the last crown falls,
and the last mask is laid to rest.
— Nameless