February 24, 22,500 B.F.P

Four years have elapsed since the inception of Kodron's controversial reforms, and the culmination of events has unfolded with a macabre precision that mirrors my predictions. The aftermath, a tally of 327 lives lost, serves as a chilling testament to the dire consequences of incompetence and weakness. The echoes of their demise reverberate within the corridors of my thoughts, a haunting reminder of lives extinguished under the guise of survival and progress.

In this grim aftermath, the landscape of our realm bears the weight of change, a change that stands as a somber monument to Kodron's vision. A modified iteration of his noble system emerges one that harbors elements I grudgingly align with. A threshold of power now demarcates the boundary between commoners and nobility, a boundary I understand even as anger courses through my veins.

Yet, the incendiary truth remains unchanged—the lives of 327 individuals were extinguished in the crucible of this transformative experiment. The notion that my own brother, a ruler borne of our lineage, could stand as the arbiter of life and death, is a revelation that triggers a tempest of indignation within me. The veneer of royal purpose, of guiding the realm toward strength, is overshadowed by the dark pall of lives discarded like pawns on a treacherous board.

A disquieting realization has taken root—a suspicion that my brother's motives are not as noble as his proclamations. The conviction that these lives were offered as sacrifices upon the altar of experimentation gnaws at my sense of loyalty and kinship. Is my brother, the architect of this calculated reformation, the same being I once knew?

As I pen these words, the ink bleeds from my quill like the emotions that stain my thoughts—a rage both fierce and impotent. The grief of those lost and the nagging sense of betrayal intertwine in a dance of sorrow and fury. In this moment, the visage of my brother, Kodron, stands enshrouded in a cloak of suspicion, his actions an enigma that belies his royal lineage.

The future remains uncertain, a landscape fraught with the tension of conflicting ideals. With each step forward, I tread the thin line between loyalty and skepticism, my heart entangled in a tempest that mirrors the very realm I am sworn to protect.