The winds carry more than just whispers tonight. They carry the scent of rusted iron and distant storms. Another contract fulfilled, another name crossed off in blood. Yet the ledger never empties. Funny, how the sky feels heavier with each passing hunt. Perhaps it's the weight of unanswered questions—or just these damned wings needing recalibration again. Either way, the forge calls. The fire doesn’t judge, doesn’t betray. It just burns. 🔥✍️ #ArtificerProblems #VengeanceHasAMaintenanceSchedule