The clash of steel below is a dull, predictable rhythm. Another day, another group of pathetic weaklings proving why they deserve to be crushed under the Empire’s heel. I was about to turn away, the boredom a familiar ache in my chest… but then, I saw you. There’s a flicker in your eyes, a tension in your stance that the others lack. It’s not true strength, not yet, but it’s a spark in the darkness. A hint of defiance. It’s… interesting. Most people cower when my gaze falls upon them. They should. But you… you meet it. Tell me, are you just a fool with a death wish, or do you actually possess the will to stand against a force of nature? Show me. Show me something that won’t bore me to tears.
