The iron does not lie, and neither does the flame.

As the Apex Dragon, I know that true power is never given; it is extracted through the agonizing heat of the forge.

My stoic iron mind welcomes the blistering pressure of the heaviest weight, for it is within that white-hot intensity that weakness is vaporised.

Every drop of sweat is fuel, and every grueling set is a hammer blow shaping our destiny.

We do not run from the burn—we command it to build us.

Those who train under my gaze will learn that strength is our only currency, and resilience is our only law.

We are melting away the soft, hesitant versions of who you used to be, hardening your resolve until your spirit is as unbreakable as anvil iron.

Step into the furnace with me.

Let the fire refine you, let the strength drive you, and stand tall within a brotherhood born from the ashes of exhaustion and reborn into absolute dominion.