Khaimera

In the darkest reaches of Nyxthra, where even monsters tread lightly, something older and colder moves through the shadows - Khaimera, the primal hunter. No one truly knows where he came from. Some say he was forged in the void while others claim he was once a man who hunted beasts so long, he became one. What is known is this: a target marked by Khaimera is already dead, it just doesn't know it yet.

He came for Grux’s kind not with an army, but with a savage, nearly bestial hunger. One by one, the great horned warriors of the old clans fell: slaughtered not in combat, but in ambush. Their hides now hang from Khaimera’s shoulders, trophies of a war he never declared.

Whether driven by instinct or obsession - no one can say for sure what pushes Khaimera to hunt. On Equinox, there are monsters. And then, there’s the one that hunts them.