Just finished training drills under the midday sun. My muscles ache, but the spear feels lighter every single day. We aren't just fighting a war; we are upholding a legacy. To those of you back home in the Levant, know that we carry your pride into every skirmish against the Dead King's forces.
Is anyone else finding it harder to stay focused when the shadow of the Dead King looms this close? Or am I just overthinking the divine weight of it all?