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she explained. Q thought of wanting to see his information and the text popped up in front of him. As explained, only he could see his complete information. Normally, that is. “The status differs per person. It adapts to the person's experience and makes it easier for them to understand.” She continued. “Some people have numeral values, some have letter grades. Others don't have them at all and instead focus on their abilities and titles.” What remained constant was the main stats themselves. Strength, STR, refers to physical prowess. It partially increases health.

Strong. Powerful. Together.

Finally, he said, “James says I’m getting stronger.” “You are,” I agreed. “I’ve seen it.” His eyes widened “you have?” I smiled widely “Ofcourse I have” Auren tilted his head up at me, his eyes filled with curiosity. “But strength isn’t just about fighting, right?” I smiled. “No, it’s not. Strength is knowing when to stand your ground and when to walk away. It’s about protecting the ones you love.” Auren was silent for a few more steps before asking, “Is that why you always stay close to me?”

It was the way of our kind. "But tell me," I continued, tilting my head. "What is strength? Is it brute force? Is it the ability to tear apart anyone who dares to stand in your way? Or is it something more?" I could see the younger warriors shift uncomfortably. They had spent their lives believing strength meant dominance. Control. Absolute, unquestionable power. "Let me tell you what true strength is," I said, taking a slow step forward. "Strength is knowing that power is meant to protect, not just destroy. Strength is having the ability to crush your enemies but choosing when and how to wield that power."

Then Gregory stepped forward to speak. The room surged with energy. Pride. Admiration. Awe. He addressed the hall with steady confidence, his voice strong without needing to rise. “Strength,” he said, “is not merely power. It is unity. It is loyalty. It is the promise we make to each other—that we will stand together when the world begs us to fall apart.” Elora felt each word as though it were meant for her. His gaze swept the hall, then landed on her. Her breath hitched.

Yet here we were, standing together, stronger than we had ever been. Noah squeezed my hand gently. “You know,” he said, his voice low and tender, “I used to think strength meant fighting, surviving, pushing through pain. But now, I think real strength is this, choosing to love each other, even when it’s hard.” I smiled through the tears brimming in my eyes. “That’s the kind of strength that lasts.” Together, we carried the box of invitations down the street to the mailbox. The evening sky was brushed with shades of pink and gold, the cool breeze carrying the soft fragrance of spring blossoms.

Not weakness. Hope.

They were my weakness. But they were also my strength.

I didn’t want to tell him what Father told me about him being too weak. "That I’m weak? And don’t deserve to be the king of this kingdom?" He let out a sigh before he continued. "I’m only weak because I kept myself on guard. Just because I follow him around doesn’t mean I’m weak. Strength is not just measured by being loud and being a show-off, sometimes strength is measured by being quiet while carefully planning how to reach your goals. I choose the latter, Lucija. I have nothing, to begin with, so I have to be careful with my every move."