Power is never free.Every gift demands a price.Not always in blood.Not always in loss you can name.Sometimes, the cost is quieter.A shift in who you are.A line crossed without noticing.

A truth you can no longer ignore.In fantasy, power is often mistaken for escape.A way out. A way forward. A way above.But the stories that endure the ones that stay ,understand something deeper:Power does not elevate.It reveals.

It strips away illusion.It exposes intention.And sooner or later,it asks the only question that matters:What are you willing to become to keep it?