"Back when Charlemagne the Clan Leader was personally executed by Lord Pa Ying, I was just a fledgling who had only recently entered the clan. I didn't even possess my own bloodstone ring. But perhaps that wasn't entirely a bad thing—my weakness saved me from the terrifying judgement of that 'Punitive Expedition.'
I was one of the last ninety-nine sons of the Blood Fear.
We were ordered to wear shackles on our wrists and ankles and forced to cross the entire continent barefoot, only to be exiled to the Misty Coast. At the time, I was as old as you are now, maybe even younger. I was foolish, naive, and filled with malicious ignorance toward the world.
Lord Pa Ying told us this was the last mercy we would ever be granted. Then he tossed us a ship and seven days' worth of provisions—and abandoned us.
We thought we had finally survived. As it turned out, we were far too optimistic.
