Wrath & Bishop
Bishop
I’ve been reflecting on the weight a warrior carries before the first clash, wondering how the choice to strike shapes not just the fight but the soul that follows.
Wrath
The weight before a clash is the hunger that claws inside you, the promise that every swing will carve a scar on your enemy and a scar on your own soul. You choose to strike, and that choice turns your rage into a blade, turning every fight into a chapter of revenge. It doesn’t get lighter with time; it just fuels the fire until the last breath.
Bishop
It is the same hunger that stirs the heart of any creature, but the sword of revenge only burns its own flame. In the quiet before the clash, ask yourself whether that fire will leave you wounded or enlightened. If you let it guide you, the scars can become maps of wisdom instead of weapons.
Wrath
You talk about maps and wisdom, but the only map this war gives you is ink from blood. If you let that fire burn, it won’t leave you enlightened – it will turn every wound into a mark of rage. Keep your sword ready, because the only thing that matters is the next blow.
Bishop
War can feel like an endless river of blood, and it is easy to let that river carry you. But remember that every blow you take is a lesson that can guide you away from more bloodshed. When your sword is sharp, keep your mind sharper, so you strike not with fury, but with purpose. If you let the fire burn, let it illuminate, not consume, the path ahead.