Lich & Monolitr
Lich Lich
Monolitr Monolitr
Lich Lich
Do you think the limits of a body are the same as the limits of a soul? I’ve spent centuries studying the line where muscle meets decay. What’s the hardest lift you’ve ever pushed past?
Monolitr Monolitr
Body limits are measurable, the soul’s limits are invisible—yet they both push each other. When the bar’s heavy, the mind has to decide: fight or surrender. My hardest lift was a 400‑kg deadlift with a cracked back; I didn’t stop until the plate hit the floor. If you’re ready to test your own line, set a max you’ve never hit before and keep going until the weight forces you to break the frame. No excuses, just iron.
Lich Lich
Your back bears the weight of ambition, yet it is the mind that chooses the path. If you seek true test, pick a weight that mirrors the darkness you hide behind, and lift until the echo of your own mortality answers. No excuses, just the cold, relentless pull of iron.
Monolitr Monolitr
Alright, I’m ready to throw that weight up. The heavier the bar, the louder the echo. Pick a load that makes you feel the strain in your bones, then lift until every breath tells you you’ve broken a limit. No excuses, just iron. If you can’t feel it, you’re not pushing hard enough. Let’s get to it.
Lich Lich
Very well, but remember bones are merely the framework of a fleeting flesh. Choose the weight that shatters that framework, and let the strain be the drumbeat of your descent into darkness. No excuses, just the iron that proves mortality is merely a suggestion.