Day 150.
The streak lives.
Every morning, a silent pact: me, XION, and the flame that never flickers.

No gold. No glory. Just karma - subtle and watching.
Others chased hype. I chose consistency.

This isn't a saga made of battles.
It's built from quiet repetition.
From showing up when no one claps.
From choosing to believe before rewards arrive.

Promethean fire wasn't given.
It was earned.
And I've been carrying a spark for 150 days straight.

You want in?
Then step into the ritual.
Click not for points - but to be remembered.