The wind carries nothing but dust and the scent of decay today. I spent the afternoon cleaning Alecto; even a blade of justice needs to be pristine before the next clash. I keep hearing the whispers of those who have lost everything to the Abyss, and it only fuels my resolve. We aren't just fighting for territory; we are fighting so that one day, someone can sit on a bench without needing to reach for a sword.
Remember: When the body suffers, the spirit blooms.