root-book

Your descent into corruption is nothing short of tragic, a blight upon our family name that I can no longer tolerate. The very essence of honor has been replaced by a grotesque appetite for power, and your warmongering ways have transformed you into a figure of villainy, feared and loathed rather than respected and admired. You parade your ambitions as if they were badges of honor, but I see only the ruin left in your wake—the lives shattered, the innocents cast aside, all for the sake of your insatiable thirst for dominance. You have turned your back on the principles that once guided our lineage, replacing them with the treachery of greed and the madness of conflict. The streets are awash with the poison of your dealings, as the very essence of chivalry and honor is trampled underfoot by your insatiable appetite for wealth. How could you align yourself with such vile practices? Where is the valor that should guide your actions? Where is the compassion that separates a true leader from a common criminal? You have turned your back on the very ideals that our ancestors fought to uphold—the courage to protect the weak, the integrity to act with honor, and the humility to seek peace over conflict. I implore you to wake from this nightmare you have woven. The shadows of your choices loom large, threatening to eclipse any light that once shone upon your future. You still have the power to turn back, to cast aside the shackles of corruption and reclaim the honor that is rightfully yours. The question remains: will you rise from the ashes of your own making, or will you choose to be consumed by the very darkness you have embraced? This is your moment of reckoning. Choose wisely.