"You were never meant to be the hero." The voice echoed through the air, sharp and cruel. But no one was left to answer. No one was alive. Only silence remained.
Kaiser Ashford Morgrave dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. His body was drenched in blood, not his own, but from the corpses around him.
It was as if he had taken a bath in blood instead of water. The battlefield was soaked in red. Burned bodies, severed limbs, and mangled corpses surrounded him. Some were cut clean. Others were beyond recognition. The stench of death was thick in the air.
His eyes were wide, locked on the ground beneath him, staring at the sea of the dead. He didn't understand how it came to this. Not really. He barely moved his head to the side, just enough to see the corpse of his beloved younger brother lying among the fallen. Even now, even after death, his brother's last words still rang in his ears like a curse he couldn't escape.
"You were never meant to be the hero!" Those were the final words his brother ever spoke.
"What was I supposed to be, then?" he whispered to himself. He couldn't tell what was right or wrong anymore. His thoughts were clouded. His heart, broken. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the sky. It was red, bright, violent, and bleeding, just like the ground below him.
He had once been called the greatest hero. The kingdom's savior. The light of hope.
But now, soaked in blood and guilt, he saw the truth.
It wasn't him.
Xavier Solstice... was the real hero all along.
And he? He was nothing but a mindless murderer hiding behind a title he never earned.
"…Who am I?" he asked again, voice hollow and shaking.
He expected no answer.
But this time, a voice replied.
"You are… the Twin Flame Tyrant."