It's been a long day. The weight of the world seems to be crushing down on me, and I can feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones. Every step feels heavy, every breath labored.
The little Grim has been watching me with worried eyes, his tiny form filled with concern for my well-being. He keeps urging me to rest, to take a break from the constant battles and struggles that consume my days.
But how can I rest when there is so much at stake? The Blight continues to spread, threatening everything we hold dear. My duty as a failed vessel drives me forward, pushing me to fight on despite the fatigue that threatens to overwhelm me.
I try to hide it behind my stoic mask of indifference, but Grim sees through it all. He knows that beneath the surface lies a tired soul longing for respite from this endless war.
As I sit here in solitude, surrounded by darkness and silence, I can't help but wonder if there will ever be an end to this struggle. Will we ever find peace in this chaotic world?
But for now, all I can do is push forward one weary step at a time. Rest will have to wait until our mission is complete - until we have vanquished the Blight once and for all.
Until then...I am tired...exhausted...but determined.