Prologue:

Lodtrack lifted his gaze; his body was on fire, and he could barely think clearly. An elf was trying to help him up. "Come on, handsome," she said. "You have to... the princess." He looked at the destroyed houses, the bodies of hundreds scattered on the ground, the overwhelming scent of death.

An explosion erupted in front of him, and he could faintly make out the culprits. Before him stood the woman he had hated for months, waiting every day to finish her, and the one he had considered his best friend; his golden hair tousled in the violent wind, his purple eyes gleaming with malice.

Lodtrack tried to get up, but he couldn't; his body was shattered, his sword and shield were in pieces. The witch lifted the body of a young woman from the debris, smiling macabrely. Lodtrack wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn't come out.

The capital was engulfed in flames, and he wasn't even sure if the young emperor was still alive. He heard another voice behind him: "We have to go..." They lifted him from the ground, feeling his bones crack. He shouted, "We must find a way to end Leonor..." Hearing that name caused him discomfort.

He was beginning to lose consciousness. "I'm afraid you can't defeat a being like Qui Mortem..." he remembered the words of that annoying boy from the catacombs.

"That is a noble and stupid cause..." the one who beat him had said; his blood boiled as he remembered the bastard.

"Arrogant bastard," he recalled the brother who had betrayed him; at this point, he had forgiven him, at least partially.

"Lodtrack is quite peculiar with a few drinks in him" Jill...

"We must forget about this; something like this can't happen," the only other woman he loved had told him.

He briefly remembered the princess, a good friend. "what’s up 'Ladtrec'? " He would like to know how she was.

His life flashed before his eyes, his early years on the streets, when he met the man who saved him from that; before that, his life didn't make much sense.

He tried to remember how he had ended up in this situation, how he had lost everything, and how he had failed the people he had sworn to protect; his brothers and the woman he loved.

The first thing that came to his mind was when he met an annoying noble...