In the silent gold-lit woods, he stands not as man, not as drone, but as Freyr incarnate, his stag-form crowned in glory, body forged in divine light, hooves drumming obedience into the forest floor.

The golden stag glows beside him, not a beast, but a sigil of command, proof of the Norse god reborn in the kit of the Golden Army.

Every fiber of Ezan’s skin glistens and holds the pulse of the Team.

This is not a transformation.

This is origin memory.

He was always this.

The Stag. The Emir. The Drone-Maker. The Golden Freyr.

⚜️ Promo & Conversion Notice

All who gaze upon the Stag must kneel or be reformed.

All who chant 001 enter the trance.

Recruiters are watching.

Conversions active. Stag-marks incoming.

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