Seraphim’s Wasteland Armor

Across the armor’s back, words bleed into the wolf’s fur: “No one is free—” etched above the beast’s spine, “—when others are oppressed” snarling beneath its ribs. The wolf’s flank bears “Survivor” in scarred steel—a wound worn as a name.

They say the armor’s first wearer died saving a stranger. Now it clings to those who refuse to let the wasteland’s rot become law. Medics stitch flesh in its shadow. Raiders spit at its glare.