Even in my youth, I was comfortable with the dangerous art of manipulation—both being manipulated and manipulating others. It was ingrained in me from a young age that there was no clear line between good and evil, only what was convenient or advantageous. This twisted creed was the guiding principle of my upbringing, in a world that reveled in its cruelty and offered no forgiveness for weakness. In such a society, the only way to rise above the rest was to be even more ruthless. But the path of evil wore on me like a heavy weight, constantly grinding against my conscience with its deafening clamor. Its grip on me was suffocating, like flames engulfing every fiber of my being. And yet, I continued down that dark road, driven by naive ambition and a hunger for power.
It was on my journey to the Tailons, where I sought to learn and train in the ways of this brutal world, that I first began to witness the depths of my own transformation. In a world where everyone looked out for themselves, failure to do so meant only one thing...
Misery awaited. The air around me crackled with anticipation, as if sensing the imminent clash between my primal instincts and my sense of morality. Yet, I pushed forward, consumed by a desire to thrive and survive in this cutthroat existence. Little did I realize how profoundly those ensuing years would shape me into something altogether different...