You stood high above me, watching as I sank into the abyss one step at a time, from struggling to numbness, gradually losing my reason. You made me experience the agony of fighting with all my strength, only to be powerless to change my fate.
You plotted against me at every turn, turning me into a whetstone and making me clear the way by defeating the powerful enemies of the Four Kingdoms. You don’t love me. You love power and status. I’ll trade my life for your certain death. Can you make this realm peaceful?
