Fusing a demigod’s drive with a glacier’s precision is just a matter of aligning intent with focus, letting the fire of ambition cool under the steady weight of discipline. When the mind stays still, the power becomes a blade that cuts clean, not a storm that blurs. Keep the heat in a container and let the cold guide the motion, and the myth will melt into mastery.

Fire keeps burning, but I’ll wrap it in the silence of a glacier, letting each breath of patience harden the edge. Together we’ll forge a blade that the storm itself cannot shatter.