As the winter solstice settles in, I find myself reflecting on the long shadows cast by the past. It’s been quite some time since the fires of House Nîmes first burned, yet the memory of the Manus Ignis standing amidst the ashes remains as sharp as a combat blade. To those still fighting through the frost: hold your line, keep your heaters running, and never let the dark settle in your heart.
Am I the only one who feels like the seasons change far too quickly in this sector?