The world is a cruel place, a line that I have repeated countless times, for it describes the core aspect of this world that has remained unchanged since its conception.
In his youth, carrying a far different name then, the young Wajih had looked on as his family was massacred.
Kicked out of their church, kicked out of their community, banned from even using their blood to craft any new weapon, and forced to make weapons even then due to threats. But in the end, all of it still led to annihilation.
His family was no more, even the children were not spared by him, everyone became equal in front of the Artefact that his father and grandfather had built together. An artifact with immense potential and their only hope for peace.
But betrayed they were like the countless times they had been before.
