Introduction

𝐵𝒾𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓎
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝

Elias Mercer is a name whispered in both the blood-soaked arenas of the underground and the silent halls of myth. They call him the Silver Wraith, not just for his speed, but for the haunting calm that follows him into every fight. He moves like a man, breathes like one, bleeds like one — but every motion hints at something other, something older.

His records show no birthplace, no family, no trace of an ordinary life. Some say he fought in the old coliseums of Rome; others swear they saw him in the black-and-white footage of World War bouts. But there he stands — young, unchanged, his gaze cold and alive all the same.

''No one knows what he truly is. He doesn’t snarl like a beast, nor shimmer like the divine. He’s between — a remnant of something that refused to die. Whatever he was before, he buried it centuries ago, wearing humanity like a second skin. But under the lights of the ring, when the blood starts to flow and his eyes glint silver, you have to wonder...
Is he even human anymore?''

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𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎

Elias fights with an eerie precision that borders on supernatural instinct. He reads his opponent’s body like scripture — every breath, twitch, and shift becoming prophecy. Elias never fights with gloves unless forced. Most of the time, his hands are wrapped in thin, grey bandages that seem older than he is. They say he never removes them — and that the scars beneath them are carved with symbols no one’s been able to translate.

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