Out here, the ground falls away. The sky swallows the horizon.
The ridges stand like ancient sentinels. The trees whisper in a language older than men. The rocks—jagged, unyielding—wait for the weak to stumble.
Nature doesn’t care for your comfort, your plans, or your pride.
Out here, you are either the conquered…or the conqueror.
The Musclebuilder is the conqueror.