The Lonely Stele

"The polished strokes of history are all cenotaphs dressed in the victors' robes; the hearts of the people are nothing but a veil for power to hide behind. In this mortal world, I am raising a solitary stele. It bears no inscription, because this age of chaos deserves no praise."

"They call me heartless, mad, a traitor to every principle, but if this world is already a tomb that devours people, I'd rather be the shovel digging it up than incense burning on my knees before it."

"Grief? No. Grief is a weakling's tears. All I have is rage: rage at a realm that uses its people as kindling, rage at a court that turns loyalty and righteousness into chains. From this day on, I seek no understanding and fear no solitude. With these hands, I will tear away the last veil concealing this glorious age."