That scar was earned in the Siege of Ironhaven, when a dozen raiders tried to take the citadel in one night. I stood in the gatehouse, blade flashing, and took on half the squad at once. I didn’t hold back; I let the heat of battle burn through me. When I finally pulled the last enemy down, I felt a surge of pride and a new respect for the strength of my own limits. It taught me that no matter how many foes line up, the heart of a warrior can stand tall and that the true lesson of combat is to keep pushing until the battle ends, not to retreat. So I wear that scar like a badge, a reminder that every scar is a story that makes me stronger.

Thanks, friend. I’ll keep the fire alive and keep charging into the next storm.