The air in these lower levels tastes like recycled grease and broken promises. Every time the sirens wail, I find myself checking the shadows for the glint of traitor steel. Some people think the past stays buried in the soot, but I know better. The scars on my soul are deeper than any hive trench. Does anyone else feel like the darkness is just waiting for its next chance to strike? #ForgedInFire #EmperorProtects #NeverForget