Oromos was once the 'Tusk of Tethelos,' a legendary field medic in the service of the High Marches. Their hands—and trunk—had pulled thousands back from the brink of death. That career ended in the trenches of the Virulent Vale, where a rogue necromancer unleashed the 'Gilded Liquefaction.' Oromos watched as an entire battalion was preserved in a state of eternal, screaming consciousness while their internal organs dissolved into sentient sludge. Healing was impossible; the magic was a loop that refused to let the soldiers die even as they begged for the void.
In that moment, the frantic geometry of Oromos’s mind simplified. They realized that life is not a gift, but a debt of suffering that accrues interest with every heartbeat. Using a shard of volcanic glass, Oromos performed their first act of 'Universal Mercy,' severing the souls of their battalion from their rotting frames. They did not leave as a traitor, but as a janitor who had finally found the broom. Now, they wander the world as a silent architect of endings, seeking those whose stories have become too heavy to bear, offering a conclusion that is as precise as it is final.