The Ancestor looked at Sam's face as if he wanted to etch the face in his mind. He could never forget that face, the impact that face left on him, the current faction-head and the whole of the beast faction twenty years ago, was not something that could be forgotten easily.
One day, that was all it took to change the man who possessed that face from their best fighter to the worst enemy.
The face that brought destruction to the beast faction, the destruction which is second only to the devastation of the Ancient war.
The lowest point of the beast faction, which lost all resources, disciples, and many other major fighters and barely survived due to its ties with some beast tribes in the Central Continent.
One man dragged the whole faction, a Major power on this planet, to its knees in a single day.
He was not a traitor; he was forced to be a traitor.
