A hunter shaped by loss and sharpened by survival, Proxus Ethos walks the line between precision and destruction. Quiet, observant, and unshakably focused, he speaks little, letting his actions carry the weight of his intent. Every movement is calculated, every shot deliberate.
Channeling volatile Lumin through his bow, Proxus imbues his arrows with crackling red lightning, transforming each strike into a devastating force of impact and control. His power is not reckless, it is restrained, refined, and lethal when released.
Where others rely on faith or strength, Proxus trusts in instinct and discipline. He does not fight for glory, nor recognition. He fights because he must, because failure is not an option he allows himself to consider.
In the chaos of battle, he is the calm before the strike… and the storm that follows.
Proxus channels a surge of arc energy into his bow, compressing it into a single, unstable shot. When released, the arrow tears forward like a railgun blast—piercing through everything in its path with blinding speed. The impact detonates in a burst of red lightning, leaving scorched ground and shattered defenses in its wake.
Proxus drives an arc-charged arrow into the ground, sending torrents of lightning racing across the battlefield. The energy hunts its target with unnatural precision before converging in a violent surge, calling down a strike of crimson lightning from above. The moment it lands, the battlefield fractures under the force, as if the storm itself has chosen its victim.
