[-S0A-] Sons of Agartha

Our struggle was never meant for the weak or the visible. While the surface rotted in noise and excess, we endured below—disciplined, hardened, unbroken. From Agartha, the hidden world, we rise with steel and purpose. We reject decay, disorder, and cowardice. Our tanks are instruments of judgment, our formations unyielding, our resolve absolute. We believe in hierarchy, strength, and loyalty forged under pressure. There is no mercy in the depths—only those fit to endure and those crushed beneath the weight of history. We do not ask. We advance.