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The Phoenix

GRIMSKULL PROMO

The Phoenix

I remember there once lived a joyful family in my Slums. 

Their patriarch, a man of strength and honor, guided his family with unwavering dedication. 

Yet, life was preparing a brutal test.

Without warning, a fierce inferno descended, engulfing their home in an insatiable blaze, their world reduced to a smoldering wasteland of ash and sorrow. 

Amidst the wreckage, the patriarch emerged, his spirit scarred and his heart ablaze.

Alone.

Transformed by that infernal crucible, the man, now patriarch of broken ash and dust, was reborn as a phoenix.

A monument of survival, bound by the haunting chains of his agonizing memories.

A sentinel of loss, bearing the scars of his struggle against the unforgiving tide of life’s hardships.

Such is the tale of the man now known as the Burned Man. 

Once, he was the patriarch, a beacon of strength and love in the heart of his family. 

Yet, fate, in its relentless motion, thrust upon him a nightmare of flames and despair.

The inferno devoured everything in its path, reducing his world to ash and embers.

And amidst this ruin, the Burned Man emerged alone, his spirit seared by the flames of loss, his heart echoing the silent cries of his extinguished kin. 

Reborn as a phoenix.

Alone.

His very existence, consumed by what no longer is. 

Ensnared to the past, he cannot see the profound lesson given to him in the only way lessons can be.

Pain.

The merciless inferno revealed the depth of his resilience.

He is no longer a beacon, now just a mournful sentinel of loss.

Oh Burned Man, can you not see the truth that has been laid before you? 

Your heart aches with loss, yet it beats with the strength of the mightiest drum. 

Your spirit, though scarred, has proven its capacity to rise from the ashes. 

You bear the mark of the phoenix, the embodiment of rebirth and renewal. 

Yet, you refuse to embrace the essence of your transformation.

Pain.

Look upon my face, Burned Man. 

The pain that you shrink from, I welcome as a long lost friend. 

The sorrow that engulfs you, I use as the fuel for my inner fire. 

Where you see only the ashes of your past, I see the fertile soil of future growth. 

In your torment, I see a force that can mold us into something far greater than we once were.

Can you not see the strength in your survival, Burned Man? 

Your existence is not a monument to loss, but a testament to life’s undying tenacity. 

The flames did not consume you; they forged you. 

They seared away the frivolous and left only the essential.

The indestructible. 

The fire did not destroy you; it revealed the phoenix within you.

But you see, Burned Man, I am not merely a survivor of the flame.

I am the flame.

The devouring blaze.

The beacon of relentless resilience.

Because we are not consumed by our pain; we are defined by it. 

A phoenix can either embrace the pain, embrace the inferno, and rise stronger than before…

Or it can perish, a pathetic spark that will never fly.

Grimskull