Harrowind & Hardblow
The Iron Guard's rhythm was a lesson in timing—ever wonder how their stories shaped the way they fought?
Every clang of their armor is a line in a saga, and they fight as if the battle itself is the story they're telling to the world.
Every clang is a chapter, but the real story is written in the blood on the floor.
True, the blood writes its own tale, each drop echoing a silent shout that only the brave hear.
Blood writes the toughest lessons, and the brave read them in the silence between blows.