Henri

A solitary beacon appears, its ruby a blaze of impediment. My chariot reflects the waking sun as I streak towards yet another challenge. Slowing my approach, I realize the true conflict late: trapped! Surrounded by armored strangers, this center holds strong. Cruel fates! Enamored on all sides, my endurance tilts towards empty. A mighty roar from behind unceremoniously tears apart this reality: the light has changed.