Revelation 2:27

“Time flies over us.

It doesn’t ask.

It doesn’t wait.

It doesn’t care who you were, or what crown you wore.

It sweeps across kingdoms and banners,

washes names off walls,

and leaves behind nothing but dust and memory.

But every now and then,

when it passes overhead,

it casts a shadow that doesn’t fade.

A presence it couldn’t erase.

A figure left standing in its wake.

I am that shadow.

I am what remains.

El Dragón Caído you’ve flown far to stand across from me.

Tattered wings. Burned skies. A name built on descent.

You believe the fall gave you purpose.

You think that fire forged something eternal in you.

But you are only chasing time.

Running after the wind,

trying to outrun the silence that waits behind every roar.

And me?

I am the silence.

I am the stillness time couldn’t carry away.

The Lord did not make me to burn bright.

He made me to endure.

He placed a rod of iron in my hand—

not to raise,

but to bring down.

And I have brought down better than you.

You were not meant to conquer me.

You were meant to break against me.

That’s what happens to vessels

when they forget they were molded from clay.

You don’t realize it yet,

but your flight ended the moment I stood still.

You will not carve your name into my throne.

You will not bend my reign to your flame.

You are an echo. I am the sound.

The scepter I carry was not molded by man.

It was forged by judgment and it does not bend for dragons it shatters them.

You think this match is a rebellion.

I know it’s your reckoning.

Because time flies over us all, Caído.

But it only leaves a shadow where something unmoving remains.

I have ruled with patience.

I have stood with mercy.

But at Warzone, the rod swings and you

you will not be remembered for how you fought.

You’ll be remembered for how you ended.

Your ashes will cling to the places I’ve already passed.

Your name will hang in the air like smoke,

already gone before it’s spoken.

Some of us remain.

Some of us were born to cast shadows.

Some of us were chosen to be remembered by the ruins we leave behind.

You are not a king.

You are not a flame.

You are the next vessel in line.

And I have come

to break you.

As it was spoken.

As it is now.

As it will always be.

The rod swings.

The shadow falls.

And your fire is already behind me.”