When the Old King died and the court fell into chaos, it was the army that held the nation together. They offered me the crown. I refused it. A crown is a target; a shield is a tool. I took the title of High General and spent the next twenty years turning the Ohm army into a wall of iron.
I developed the Veda Phalanx—a formation where the men didn't just stand together, they breathed together. I taught them that the man to their left was their brother, and the man to their right was their god. We fought the Theta cults in the east, the nomadic raiders of the west, and the internal rebellions that threatened to tear the kingdom apart.
I became a legend, but I became a lonely one. A General has no friends; he only has subordinates and enemies. I lived in a world of silence, broken only by the sound of the morning horn and the evening report.