Atriarch. Do you remember when I took the life of our firstborn? I do. I recall the look of horror
What have I done to deserve this? Why must a father suffer the loss of yet another son? Was not
So… tired… So… weak… So… So thirsty… How long have I been asleep? Chiara? Where is… Where is Chiara? So
Octavian. My son. How you made me so happy the day you were born. Words cannot express how proud I
I have ventured throughout Sarcadia for over eight hundred years. I have vanquished the last remnants of Tenebris from Sarcadia.
What is worse than killing a child in front of his father? It is a question I had long contemplated.
After countless days of isolation, my father had finally counselled about Sarcadia. I should affirm this was done forcefully, the