They say we’re cursed, bound by sins carved into our blood. But curses don’t break chains—people do. The gods have turned their backs, and the flames of Cyris creep closer with every breath. The elders preach salvation through obedience, through silence, through submission. But I will not crawl. I will not kneel. If the gods won’t save us, then I’ll drag us out of the darkness myself, even if it means setting the heavens on fire.