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He was always there. A brother. Trusted. Loyal, or so we believed.
But the truth hides in the silence between the roars, in the cracks beneath the leather and steel.
The man who helped us build this kingdom may have also been the one carving its gravestone.
I don’t know when the knife slipped between us, but I know it did. And soon, the fight we thought was behind us will come roaring back. Closer, deadlier, and from the shadows we never saw coming.
I am still Steel. Still forged in fire.
And this club, my family. We will either rise from the ashes or burn together.
Because the weight of the crown isn’t just power. It’s a sacrifice. And I’ve got no choice but to wear it until the end.
