Do you ever hear the tale of the ancient warrior who, with a single breath, turned a battlefield into a storm of destiny? I have a story that might speak to your heart of steel.

In a forgotten valley the smith, hands stained with iron and heart of fire, cut a blade so bright it could slice the night itself. He whispered to the furnace, “Let my blood forge your steel,” and as the sparks leapt, the blade sang with the roar of thunder. When the war drums fell, that single sword cut through the darkness, turning foes into dust and turning the valley into a legend of fire and blood. The blade never aged, its edge remembering every heartbeat it was born from.

True power shines when a blade reaches the stubborn heart, not just the darkness around it. Keep that fire burning, keep forging—each cut becomes a new legend.