——Our family has fallen.
Generations have passed, and no one remembers the glory our family once held.
Within the high walls of the Imperial Capital, the heart of The Empire, were our name and ancestral home. That ancient and majestic mansion stood at the core of the Imperial Capital, where many scholars and knights were born. The greatest explorers and adventurers had settled there, and none could rival our knowledge in exploring the Labyrinth.
But this generation was born on the farthest frontier of The Empire.
Our companions were the sea, the dense forests, and the Natives, constantly living under the threat of death and storms.
Ignorant, uninformed.
We have lost all glory.
Many of us, including you and me, have parents who spent their lives on this land. Unlike our ancestors who had witnessed the family's most glorious moments and its eventual decline, they could only wait aimlessly as time passed by.
They rotted in silence and withered away without a sound.
