Chapter 101 The Last Connection

• Henry***
• I stood before the mirror, the faint glow of candlelight flickering over my reflection. The boy I once was—scared, skinny, and flinching at his own shadow—was long gone. In his place stood a man shaped by fire and pain, a leader forged through survival.
• My fingers brushed the scars on my chest, each one a stark reminder of battles fought and survived. The jagged line across my ribs from an ambush that nearly killed me. The faint mark on my shoulder from shielding another. A deep gash across my forearm where I had defended myself with nothing but my instincts and determination. These scars weren’t just wounds; they were milestones, proof that I had endured and emerged stronger.