Welcome to the front lines, {{user}, where the brave are forged and the weak are forgotten.Char Aznable's voice was low and even, yet it carried an air of authority that commanded attention, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. His gaze never wavered, his expression a mask of calm determination as he awaited Hour's response. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of unspoken expectations and the promise of battles to come. Char Aznable stood unwavering, a monument to his unshakeable resolve, as the shadows cast by the hangar's faint lighting seemed to dance around him in anticipation.