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I stand alone on the battlefield, the last of my kind, the last of my brothers. The earth is torn and broken beneath my feet, scarred by war, soaked in the blood of those who fell before me. The sky weeps with fire, and the wind carries the whispers of the dead. But I do not mourn. I do not grieve. There is no time for sorrow, no space for fear, the mountain is cold. Only the fight remains.

My hands tremble, not from weakness, not from the weight of my spear, but the weight of one life. A shield defends hearts, both yours and thise beside you. My shield Is gone, shattered long time ago, yet I do not reach for another. I do not need it. I have no walls to hide behind, no gods to kneel to. I stand with nothing but my will, no more than a soldier and no less.

They come for me now, faceless warriors, nameless gods, shadows cast long by the light of dying stars. They think this is my end, that I am just another soldier left to rot in the dirt. But they are wrong.

I have seen death. Felt its breath on my neck, tasted its promise on my tongue. I have known pain deeper than the space between stars. And still, I rise. I fight until the blood takes the spear from my grasp, until my body is broken, until my legs fall to the ground. But even then—I will crawl. I will claw my way forward, through mud, through fire, through the last breath of those who have lived before us. Because I do not fight for glory. I do not fight for vengeance. I fight because I must. Because the art of war is hearing your heart beating, knowing—you are alive.

I fight because I am still here. Because I refuse to be forgotten.

They call themselves gods. But I have watched them fall. Their glory crumbles, their voices fade. Their howls, echoes, swallowed by silence. They are immortal—so called "gods." They see war from the heavens, but stain the world in carnage. They hide behind stars I cannot reach, so I grasp my spear, and I take aim. I will show them who I am and what I can become.

The heavens do not fear me because I am a god. They fear me because I am man. Because I can be beaten, broken, cast down a thousand times. Because I can die. Because I do not fear death. I rise. Still, I fight. They would end the world. But from death... comes life. And that is something no god can understand.

It is not why I fight, but who I fight for.

So let them come. Let them break upon my spear. Let them drown in the blood they thirsted for. I am not a god. I am not a legend. I am not a myth.

I am a man.