Namaste, warriors.

Many of you have stretched your bodies in Balenciyoga, but true balance isn’t just physical—it’s mental. You may be flexible, but your minds remain rigid. It’s time to silence the noise.

Welcome to meditation in the dirt.

Here, we don’t just breathe—we become. We dissolve into nature, feel the earth beneath us, the air within us. Breathe in—deeply. Fill your lungs with life itself. Hold it. Now exhale—slowly. Let the weight of yesterday melt away.

It’s not easy, is it? Letting go. The mind clings to things the heart doesn’t want. It locks them away in a box and throws away the key. Like you, Vengeance Seeker.

I know where you stand because I’ve been there—mind clouded, body poisoned, soul dragged through the seediest corners of existence. But I survived. Just like you. I survived in spite of my circumstances, not because of them. I became, not because Arcadia wanted me to become -no, it wanted me to perish. I became because I chose to become.

I bet you can’t sleep, can you? Every night, the ghosts run marathons in your mind. They whisper. They claw. They won’t let you rest. I’ve been where you are. I’ve felt every single thing that you feel and more.

You seek healing, but your pain isn’t just in your heart—it’s in your mind. Balenciyoga can only do so much to relieve your suffering. For true relief, you must do more. You crave retribution, but vengeance is just another chain binding you to the past. You’ll never be free until you let it go.

And you, Nobody. How many nights have you replayed your past, rewriting your failures in your mind, wishing—begging—for a second chance?

Have you ever known peace, Harold? Even for a moment? You have lived your life in war.

You are war.

That much is undeniable.

Close your eyes, gentlemen. Breathe. Let your mind wander to the shadows that haunt you. Feel them swirl, rise, grip. Now—breathe in. Breathe out. Let them go.

Let go of vengeance.
Let go of regret.
Let go of the memories—good and bad.

Become one with the dirt.

Because next week on Warzone, that’s exactly where you’ll find yourselves—buried.

Can you feel it? The air tightening in your chest. The soil filling your throat. The creeping grasp of the inevitable?

You shouldn’t fear the end, gentlemen. You should embrace it. Meditate on it. Make peace with it.

Because the end comes for everyone.

And when it does?

I’ll be there.

Waiting.

Ready to send you on your way.