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Wuthering Waves: The Iron Hound

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The legendary Field Marshal Ferdinand, the Iron Guardian and embodiment of valor, believed his tale ended when he sacrificed himself to repel the final calamity and protect humanity’s last spark of hope. He was no chosen champion of fate — only a man who struck harder and endured longer than anyone else, carrying the burden of the Garden of Eve on his shoulders. "With this... my duty has finally come to an end. O World, my final salutations to you." Yet fate defied him. Instead of death, Ferdinand awakens in the fragile body of a young boy named Kurian. At first, he longs to take life slowly, to savor this second chance in peace. Yet, even when this new world seemed calm, harsh truths came crashing down to remind him that Solaris III is no paradise. Ravaged by the great catastrophe known as The Lament, its laws of nature are fractured, spawning anomalies and granting many the powers of Resonators. But Ferdinand is no Resonator. Though stripped of power, he does not waver. For he has never been a stranger to struggle. If survival demands it, he will once again strike harder, endure longer, and fight more fiercely than anyone else. Because he is not a beginner to this concept. Now bearing the mantle of a mercenary rather than the soldier he once was, Kurian — the Iron Hound — unsheathes his weapon, ready to face the chaos. "Those who rise in the hour of battle, wielding courage over fear, are truly mighty."
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