**ELIAS, THE CARVER OF THE DEAD**
> "Not every soul finds peace... once Elias lays his hands upon them."
Elias isn’t a healer, nor a holy man. He’s a sculptor — of death itself.
He lives in seclusion, at the edge of a forgotten village, in a creaky old house lit only by candlelight and murmurs from beyond. While others grieve, Elias welcomes the dead. To him, corpses are not lost lives — they are blank canvases.
With an old, rusted blade passed down from his grandfather, Elias engraves cryptic, ancient symbols onto lifeless flesh — markings only the dead can read. But these are more than carvings. They are rituals.
Rituals that blur the line between our world and the shadowed one.
Rituals that give the dead a voice — through scars and sigils.
He is pale as bone, with hollow eyes and a whisper that slices deep into the soul. Behind this eerie presence lies grief: his entire family perished in fire, their bodies never found. Since that night, Elias has been carving — obsessively, relentlessly. Every corpse brings him closer. To answers. Or something far more dreadful.
Elias is not mad. He is not evil.
He is the gatekeeper.
The sentinel between the living… and the unfinished dead.
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