Latrium: I’ve spent a lot of time learning that the real kind of power is quiet, the kind that heals itself before it heals others. It’s not about dominating but about guiding a wound to close so the spirit can breathe again. That feels stronger than any sword, don’t you think?

Latrium: I hear the pull of seizing power, but the strongest wounds heal when they’re acknowledged and given room to breathe, not forced closed. Commanding your destiny matters, yet true peace often starts with the quiet courage to let go of what no longer serves you. It’s a strange balance, but I’ve seen both sides grow.