𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. At the Heart of Heaven, where the fortress rises red against the morning sun, the brave are reforged, the clever are sharpened. Within these hollowed halls of fire and memory, nothing is given freely. To enter is an honor, to endure is a legacy. Welcome to the Scarlet Keep.All Rights Reserved