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There's an ancient prophecy whispered across generations, carried on the wind through every tribe, every faith, every circle of humanity. It speaks of a time when the Rainbow Warriors would rise—not with swords of conquest, but with arrows of truth. Not to divide, but to unite. Not to destroy, but to remember. That time is now.

His Name Corvus — Latin for "raven," the sacred messenger between worlds, the guide through death and rebirth, the keeper of mysteries and magic. Corvus carries the wisdom of what has died and what is being born. Ravensworn — A sacred oath taken at the Threshold of Transformation. To be Ravensworn is to pledge allegiance not to life or death, but to the space between—where all change happens, where all magic lives, where fear becomes power.