[Intro] [Verse 1] So... you were waiting for a hymn, right? For the thunder and the choir, the "epic" in the score. Like Shion's anthem of war, or Redark's saga of turquoise reborn... or Ankerot's rage manifesto. Sorry to disappoint. My story's just a list of broken expectations. A ledger of roles I never auditioned for. [Chorus] Oh well, "honor" for all... Of the great and the small... Yeah, the taller they stand... Well, the harder they fall... But in the shadow they cast, When the cheering's passed — Just the weight of the crown... And the debt that will last. [Verse 2] Redark saw a leader for the "Made", not the "Born". He got one... who led them to a bleak and thankless dawn. Blazar saw a flaw, a stain, a fake... He learned a rook's move could be checkmate, for heaven's sake. My tzemai friend... he trusted I'd stay. The one promise I kept, come what may. I stood by the monster he became... And watched a world burn in that shame. [Bridge] Our hidden tormentor, with Yarga's dead keys... Wove nightmares from our oldest tragedies. I broke his design not once, but twice. First, I showed a False Spirit the price of its cage. Then, I dragged a Carbon back to his Tsiraton throne. Ankerot died believing he'd lost... never seeing his prize: He made the star-eaters and the principled align. United... not by faith, but by the same line in the sand: The line where I, and those I shielded, stand. [Chorus 2] Oh well, "honor" for all... As the mighty recall... They stood shoulder to shoulder, Through the fire and the blade... But what's left for the shield? A bastion they all made? Just the fractures of duty... And the dreading of that day. [Verse 3] And now... the Last War. The one to end all wars, the prophecy say. Shion Diaz bows. Zarin Elodji awaits the call. The Trueborn come back. But I... I never finished being human. Can I stop Kantarcia? I couldn't stop a friend's becoming. Can I reason with Cadence? I'm still begging my own soul for space. Will Anabirus, the Firstborn, even hear my plea, Or see in me just the living "flaw" of our shared history? [Outro] So, before the final battle... before the last light... I'll voice the only truth I own tonight: I'm scared. Not of dying. I'm scared... that after all the silence, all the noise, all the cost... Every "victory" that left another star crossed... It was all... a very elaborate way... For a lonely, borrowed soul... Just not to be lost. And I'm scared... that if the Foreign Flame wins, it won't just end us. It will prove Redark and Blazar right in the end... That a "borrowed soul" in an "accidental vessel"... Was never anything more than a temporary patch... On a wound too vast for any god, any principle, or any story to ever truly mend.
