Remember this — you were never meant to break.
You have walked through the fire of war, stared into the abyss of despair, and stood unyielding where countless others fell. The battle is not over. You know it.
In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. The enemy advances without end, hope bleeds away, and the night grows ever deeper. Yet it is in this dying light that true strength is forged — the strength of a heart that marches forward even when all meaning is lost. When the world collapses, only your will remains, a final shield against the encroaching chaos.
You know this, brother.
Every strike of the blade, every shot fired is not merely steel or fire — it is defiance. It is faith carved into action. It is resolve paid for in blood. We do not ask for mercy, for mercy was buried long ago. We are the ones who stand until the last breath, until the last heartbeat fades into silence.
And this is our courage — born of suffering, burning brighter than any star doomed to die. In our hearts rages a fire that cannot be quenched, even as the universe itself turns to ash.
So rise. Stand. Fight.
For your battle today is the last hope of millions who will never know your name.
Every sacrifice, every step taken into the darkness, will echo beyond oblivion. Now the choice is yours:
march forward and be remembered as a legend,
or vanish into nothingness with those who faltered at the edge of fear.
Raise the banner, warrior. Answer the call.
For this duty will not be carried by another — and if you fall, let it be facing the enemy.