The Slayer

Rip and tear until time itself runs out.

Forged in the fires of Hell, tempered by rage, this build doesn’t tell time. It hunts it. A stainless body mirrors the Slayer’s armor, green like the edge of a breached portal. The orange glow in the corner burns like the muzzle flash of an eternal fight, while the red sigil seals your pact in blood.

Owning this isn’t about style. It’s about allegiance. To wear it is to join the war.