When Evan stood in the Hall of Heroes atop the Sacred Mountain, the blurred face of a Seraph in ancient murals smiled mysteriously at him. His past, his comrades, and his legend— A tale that echoed across countless realms of Calando, passed down for ten thousand years. Evan turned away. Night and day in the Holy City, devoted believers gazed upward in reverence. "There are no angels in this world," Evan uttered solemnly. "Only Evan Paladin." "Who is Evan Paladin?" the preacher trembled and asked. "I am." (Shameless plug: Traditional Western fantasy, my true love.) Potential quirks to note: 1. The protagonist's combat prowess and beauty break the heavens and split the skies ˊ_>ˋ 2. The CP is a mage lord. 3. "I slept for ten thousand years." PS: Dedicated to my comrades—may your journey be smooth.