They tore. They ripped. They clawed. Demanding everything. Taking it all. Phantom hands. Shattered dreams. Silent screams. A fractured shield. A desperate gleam. Splintered. Frayed. Broken. But the soul? Unbroken. For every crack, a blinding light. Through broken parts, a burning might. Let the world betray, consume, destroy. The essence remains. It cannot be un-deployed.