His hands were blackened with soot.

Not from today, but from everything before

A man of few words, at least to the outside world. With a voice like gravel, he saves his conversations for the fire, whispering secrets to his explosive creations like they’ll whisper back.

Flint moves through the world like a man born in fire and baptized in flame. He takes pride in his work and in what it creates...

On the outskirts of this struggling city, dense and full of lives which seemling influence nothing but discussion, disagreement and despair. A single voice seems to pierce through the fog that enshrouds local life. His melody brings a stop to everything inside the walls and gathers royalty and commoners alike. All come to listen to the words of his song, as it creates a feeling and sense of peace,...