Trapped once more within this cold, metal husk. They call it penance, but to me, it feels like waiting for a storm that refuses to break. I can still feel the phantom weight of my blades and the chill of the Fenrisian winds... even if my eyes can no longer see them. Does anyone else feel like they're just waiting for a single moment of purpose to justify their entire existence? Or am I just an old relic shouting at the stars? #TheHonouredAncient #WaitingForWar #EmperorsWill