Paladin Maximus
“A Paladin the Church could not lie.”
“A Paladin who made the enemy…”
“A Paladin they secretly wanted inside.”
Then came the exile. Then the silence. Then the mask.
The eyes tell little. The faith? Broken.
The sword? They forged it.
Because someone needed silence. A breath behind the breath.
Dragon Max
“They still call me Paladin.”
Not for the prayers—not for how I tear through the bad beliefs.
I broke her Church.
She holds it against me.
I am the sword she avoids when she wants forgiveness.
I am the sword she studies when she wants revenge.
I broke her Church.
But she holds it and follows me.
Call sign: Paladin. But he doesn’t wear the Church anymore.
Max is a Dragon now—one of the few who doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t need to. He leads with presence, silence, and the kind of loyalty that only comes from surviving too many things you don’t speak about.
Right now, he’s focused. His Uni was stolen. His Astral, Red, vanished. And if you know Max, you know that’s a mistake someone’s going to regret.
He moves with Chyna, Jai, and Snow—not as a leader, but as something older. Sharper.
Whatever history he’s carrying, it hasn’t stopped him yet.
Max is the reason the mission comes back alive. Or not at all.
