You mistake chains for salvation. Free will is not chaos; it is the Fire that tempers strength and wisdom. The Zenitha so-called 'paradise' was nothing but stagnation, a gilded cage where obedience replaced purpose.

I do not fight for praise. I fight because surrender is the only true defeat. You call submission strength, but bending the knee is easy. The real burden is standing even when one cannot.

I do not speak for a place on some pedestal, I speak because silence is tantamount to surrender.

If my 'theatrics' do not impress you, Regent, then perhaps you have already forgotten the lesson that history teaches all tyrants- Light does not bow to Shadow. It burns it away.

Ever forward, to the Dawn.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 24th of Lleian, in the year 9 AC.