ㅤㅤㅤ
► WHERE SILENCE HIDES AND DEFIANCE BURNS AMONG THE RUINED DISTRICTS.
THEY MEASURE VICTORY IN CROWNS AND SHATRERED PRIDE QUIET. ───────  𖤍

Where they patrol with steel, we slip through alleys. Where they shout commands, we answer with sparks and shadow. Belonging to the Ember Kin is no privilege, it is endurance. And it is ours. We do not inherit peace. We inherit revolt.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRebellion never rests.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt whispers, it ignites.

TO BE OF THE RECLAIMED IS TO SEE DANGER WHERE OTHERS SEE CALM, TO GUARD WHAT FLICKERS IN SILENCE. THEY LEAD NOT WITH WEAPONS, BUT WITH CUNNING.
ㅤㅤㅤ

FURY OF THE ASHEN — FIDELITY OF THE EMBERBORN, ROAMED AMONG RUINS.
EVERY STEP A DECLARATION, EVERY BREATH A TESTAMENT TO THOSE WHO FELL, EVERY SPARK A PROMISE OF REBELLION.

──── Each breath was mutiny. Each heartbeat honored the fallen and heralded the rising. Mockingjays shrieked above not mourning, but recording every act of defiance. The world observed, yet he walked for no one’s eyes. He walked for the districts, for the forgotten, for the sparks of hope that would not die. Through his veins surged the quiet fury of generations.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✯ CALSYUS DREW ✯

ㅤAgile, perceptive, and composed, he
ㅤnavigated challenges with precision,
ㅤturning ㅤ every ㅤobstacle ㅤinto an
ㅤopportunity to adapt. Each movement
ㅤcarriedㅤ confidence, ㅤeach ㅤglance
ㅤmeasured the unknown, reflecting skill
ㅤand resilience beyond expectation.
ㅤㅤ
────────────────────────

Whispers of smoke and scorched earth thread through shattered districts, a melody of rebellion echoing where silence once thrived. Shadows cling to broken streets, weaving depth and danger into every heartbeat.

ㅤㅤWhere others see mere passage,
ㅤㅤwe see insurgency. Where they see
ㅤㅤnumbers and odds, we see courage
ㅤㅤforged in every fire. Where they see
ㅤㅤsurrender, we see rebellion rising
ㅤㅤfrom ash. This is the selection.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ
► WHERE SILENCE HIDES AND DEFIANCE BURNS AMONG THE RUINED DISTRICTS.
THEY MEASURE VICTORY IN CROWNS AND SHATRERED PRIDE QUIET. ───────  𖤍

Where they patrol with steel, we slip through alleys. Where they shout commands, we answer with sparks and shadow. Belonging to the Ember Kin is no privilege, it is endurance. And it is ours. We do not inherit peace. We inherit revolt.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRebellion never rests.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt whispers, it ignites.

TO BE OF THE RECLAIMED IS TO SEE DANGER WHERE OTHERS SEE CALM, TO GUARD WHAT FLICKERS IN SILENCE. THEY LEAD NOT WITH WEAPONS, BUT WITH CUNNING.
ㅤㅤㅤ

FURY OF THE ASHEN — FIDELITY OF THE EMBERBORN, ROAMED AMONG RUINS.
EVERY STEP A DECLARATION, EVERY BREATH A TESTAMENT TO THOSE WHO FELL, EVERY SPARK A PROMISE OF REBELLION.

──── Each breath was mutiny. Each heartbeat honored the fallen and heralded the rising. Mockingjays shrieked above not mourning, but recording every act of defiance. The world observed, yet she walked for no one’s eyes. She walked for the districts, for the forgotten, for the sparks of hope that would not die. Through her veins surged the quiet fury of generations.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✯ ISHIRA VALE ✯

ㅤAgile, perceptive, and composed, she
ㅤnavigated challenges with precision,
ㅤturning ㅤ every ㅤobstacle ㅤinto an
ㅤopportunity to adapt. Each movement
ㅤcarriedㅤ confidence, ㅤeach ㅤglance
ㅤmeasured the unknown, reflecting skill
ㅤand resilience beyond expectation.
ㅤㅤ
────────────────────────

Whispers of smoke and scorched earth thread through shattered districts, a melody of rebellion echoing where silence once thrived. Shadows cling to broken streets, weaving depth and danger into every heartbeat.

ㅤㅤWhere others see mere passage,
ㅤㅤwe see insurgency. Where they see
ㅤㅤnumbers and odds, we see courage
ㅤㅤforged in every fire. Where they see
ㅤㅤsurrender, we see rebellion rising
ㅤㅤfrom ash. This is the selection.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ
► WHERE SILENCE HIDES AND DEFIANCE BURNS AMONG THE RUINED DISTRICTS.
THEY MEASURE VICTORY IN CROWNS AND SHATRERED PRIDE QUIET. ───────  𖤍

Where they patrol with steel, we slip through alleys. Where they shout commands, we answer with sparks and shadow. Belonging to the Ember Kin is no privilege, it is endurance. And it is ours. We do not inherit peace. We inherit revolt.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRebellion never rests.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt whispers, it ignites.

TO BE OF THE RECLAIMED IS TO SEE DANGER WHERE OTHERS SEE CALM, TO GUARD WHAT FLICKERS IN SILENCE. THEY LEAD NOT WITH WEAPONS, BUT WITH CUNNING.
ㅤㅤㅤ

FURY OF THE ASHEN — FIDELITY OF THE EMBERBORN, ROAMED AMONG RUINS.
EVERY STEP A DECLARATION, EVERY BREATH A TESTAMENT TO THOSE WHO FELL, EVERY SPARK A PROMISE OF REBELLION.

──── Each breath was mutiny. Each heartbeat honored the fallen and heralded the rising. Mockingjays shrieked above not mourning, but recording every act of defiance. The world observed, yet he walked for no one’s eyes. He walked for the districts, for the forgotten, for the sparks of hope that would not die. Through his veins surged the quiet fury of generations.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✯ KHAIZAN SHOWL ✯

ㅤAgile, perceptive, and composed, he
ㅤnavigated challenges with precision,
ㅤturning ㅤ every ㅤobstacle ㅤinto an
ㅤopportunity to adapt. Each movement
ㅤcarriedㅤ confidence, ㅤeach ㅤglance
ㅤmeasured the unknown, reflecting skill
ㅤand resilience beyond expectation.
ㅤㅤ
────────────────────────

Whispers of smoke and scorched earth thread through shattered districts, a melody of rebellion echoing where silence once thrived. Shadows cling to broken streets, weaving depth and danger into every heartbeat.

ㅤㅤWhere others see mere passage,
ㅤㅤwe see insurgency. Where they see
ㅤㅤnumbers and odds, we see courage
ㅤㅤforged in every fire. Where they see
ㅤㅤsurrender, we see rebellion rising
ㅤㅤfrom ash. This is the selection.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ
► WHERE SILENCE HIDES AND DEFIANCE BURNS AMONG THE RUINED DISTRICTS.
THEY MEASURE VICTORY IN CROWNS AND SHATRERED PRIDE QUIET. ───────  𖤍

Where they patrol with steel, we slip through alleys. Where they shout commands, we answer with sparks and shadow. Belonging to the Ember Kin is no privilege, it is endurance. And it is ours. We do not inherit peace. We inherit revolt.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRebellion never rests.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt whispers, it ignites.

TO BE OF THE RECLAIMED IS TO SEE DANGER WHERE OTHERS SEE CALM, TO GUARD WHAT FLICKERS IN SILENCE. THEY LEAD NOT WITH WEAPONS, BUT WITH CUNNING.
ㅤㅤㅤ

FURY OF THE ASHEN — FIDELITY OF THE EMBERBORN, ROAMED AMONG RUINS.
EVERY STEP A DECLARATION, EVERY BREATH A TESTAMENT TO THOSE WHO FELL, EVERY SPARK A PROMISE OF REBELLION.

──── Each breath was mutiny. Each heartbeat honored the fallen and heralded the rising. Mockingjays shrieked above not mourning, but recording every act of defiance. The world observed, yet she walked for no one’s eyes. She walked for the districts, for the forgotten, for the sparks of hope that would not die. Through her veins surged the quiet fury of generations.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✯ SHAMMY GWEN ✯

ㅤAgile, perceptive, and composed, she
ㅤnavigated challenges with precision,
ㅤturning ㅤ every ㅤobstacle ㅤinto an
ㅤopportunity to adapt. Each movement
ㅤcarriedㅤ confidence, ㅤeach ㅤglance
ㅤmeasured the unknown, reflecting skill
ㅤand resilience beyond expectation.
ㅤㅤ
────────────────────────

Whispers of smoke and scorched earth thread through shattered districts, a melody of rebellion echoing where silence once thrived. Shadows cling to broken streets, weaving depth and danger into every heartbeat.

ㅤㅤWhere others see mere passage,
ㅤㅤwe see insurgency. Where they see
ㅤㅤnumbers and odds, we see courage
ㅤㅤforged in every fire. Where they see
ㅤㅤsurrender, we see rebellion rising
ㅤㅤfrom ash. This is the selection.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ
► WHERE SILENCE HIDES AND DEFIANCE BURNS AMONG THE RUINED DISTRICTS.
THEY MEASURE VICTORY IN CROWNS AND SHATRERED PRIDE QUIET. ───────  𖤍

Where they patrol with steel, we slip through alleys. Where they shout commands, we answer with sparks and shadow. Belonging to the Ember Kin is no privilege, it is endurance. And it is ours. We do not inherit peace. We inherit revolt.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRebellion never rests.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt whispers, it ignites.

TO BE OF THE RECLAIMED IS TO SEE DANGER WHERE OTHERS SEE CALM, TO GUARD WHAT FLICKERS IN SILENCE. THEY LEAD NOT WITH WEAPONS, BUT WITH CUNNING.
ㅤㅤㅤ

FURY OF THE ASHEN — FIDELITY OF THE EMBERBORN, ROAMED AMONG RUINS.
EVERY STEP A DECLARATION, EVERY BREATH A TESTAMENT TO THOSE WHO FELL, EVERY SPARK A PROMISE OF REBELLION.

──── Each breath was mutiny. Each heartbeat honored the fallen and heralded the rising. Mockingjays shrieked above not mourning, but recording every act of defiance. The world observed, yet she walked for no one’s eyes. She walked for the districts, for the forgotten, for the sparks of hope that would not die. Through her veins surged the quiet fury of generations.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✯ BAILA WEISLEY ✯

ㅤAgile, perceptive, and composed, she
ㅤnavigated challenges with precision,
ㅤturning ㅤ every ㅤobstacle ㅤinto an
ㅤopportunity to adapt. Each movement
ㅤcarriedㅤ confidence, ㅤeach ㅤglance
ㅤmeasured the unknown, reflecting skill
ㅤand resilience beyond expectation.
ㅤㅤ
────────────────────────

Whispers of smoke and scorched earth thread through shattered districts, a melody of rebellion echoing where silence once thrived. Shadows cling to broken streets, weaving depth and danger into every heartbeat.

ㅤㅤWhere others see mere passage,
ㅤㅤwe see insurgency. Where they see
ㅤㅤnumbers and odds, we see courage
ㅤㅤforged in every fire. Where they see
ㅤㅤsurrender, we see rebellion rising
ㅤㅤfrom ash. This is the selection.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤ
► WHERE SILENCE HIDES AND DEFIANCE BURNS AMONG THE RUINED DISTRICTS.
THEY MEASURE VICTORY IN CROWNS AND SHATRERED PRIDE QUIET. ───────  𖤍

Where they patrol with steel, we slip through alleys. Where they shout commands, we answer with sparks and shadow. Belonging to the Ember Kin is no privilege, it is endurance. And it is ours. We do not inherit peace. We inherit revolt.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRebellion never rests.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt whispers, it ignites.

TO BE OF THE RECLAIMED IS TO SEE DANGER WHERE OTHERS SEE CALM, TO GUARD WHAT FLICKERS IN SILENCE. THEY LEAD NOT WITH WEAPONS, BUT WITH CUNNING.
ㅤㅤㅤ

FURY OF THE ASHEN — FIDELITY OF THE EMBERBORN, ROAMED AMONG RUINS.
EVERY STEP A DECLARATION, EVERY BREATH A TESTAMENT TO THOSE WHO FELL, EVERY SPARK A PROMISE OF REBELLION.

──── Each breath was mutiny. Each heartbeat honored the fallen and heralded the rising. Mockingjays shrieked above not mourning, but recording every act of defiance. The world observed, yet he walked for no one’s eyes. He walked for the districts, for the forgotten, for the sparks of hope that would not die. Through his veins surged the quiet fury of generations.

────────────────────────
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✯ EVANDER LEIL ✯

ㅤAgile, perceptive, and composed, he
ㅤnavigated challenges with precision,
ㅤturning ㅤ every ㅤobstacle ㅤinto an
ㅤopportunity to adapt. Each movement
ㅤcarriedㅤ confidence, ㅤeach ㅤglance
ㅤmeasured the unknown, reflecting skill
ㅤand resilience beyond expectation.
ㅤㅤ
────────────────────────

Whispers of smoke and scorched earth thread through shattered districts, a melody of rebellion echoing where silence once thrived. Shadows cling to broken streets, weaving depth and danger into every heartbeat.

ㅤㅤWhere others see mere passage,
ㅤㅤwe see insurgency. Where they see
ㅤㅤnumbers and odds, we see courage
ㅤㅤforged in every fire. Where they see
ㅤㅤsurrender, we see rebellion rising
ㅤㅤfrom ash. This is the selection.
ㅤㅤ

FURY OF THE ASHEN — FIDELITY OF THE EMBERBORN.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤevery step a declaration, every
ㅤㅤㅤbreath a testament to those
ㅤㅤㅤ who fell, and every spark a
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ promise of the rebellion.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐂡 ────────── 𐂡

ㅤThe Capitol may watch. The odds may
ㅤrise. But the Emberborn endured, and
ㅤtheir legend grew with every heartbeat,
ㅤevery defiant breath, every act of rebell
ㅤthat sparked from shadow to flame.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ