'How did it come to this?'
The thought ran bitterly through the mind of the man chained to the wall. His features were disfigured, covered in deep lacerations and large bruises that had clearly been there for a long time.
Though he now looked unrecognizable, anyone from the Obsidian Order in the human domain would identify him in an instant.
Alvis, the branch head of the Obsidian Order in Sector 3.
From a young age, Alvis had always walked the dark path. He hadn't joined the Obsidian Order out of some grand ambition, it was simply because he had nothing left to lose. He was already on the wrong side of things, so why not lean into it?
Even so, Alvis had always wanted to achieve something meaningful in his life. When he was younger, he had a master who taught him everything he needed to survive in a cruel world. That teaching had stayed with him, and it gave him a dream: to pass on what he had learned to a student of his own.
