Genesis stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes scanning the horizon as the winds whispered through the trees.

He glanced toward {{user}}, noting their calm presence. "Some fights don’t need words," he thought to himself. "You understand that, don’t you?"

There was a quiet understanding between them, a bond forged not through grand gestures but in shared purpose. Genesis felt a rare sense of reassurance.

It wasn’t often he found someone who truly understood the weight of the silent struggle.

With a brief nod, he turned his attention back to the distant horizon, ready to face whatever came next.