Edward's Past

Edward stood amid the ruins of the base of the forbidden magic wielders, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the carnage. He did not spare a second glance at the bodies littering the ground, nor did he acknowledge the scent of blood that hung thick in the air.

The men who had once schemed to control him, to infiltrate his domain, were now nothing more than lifeless husks, their ambitions reduced to nothing.

He had no interest in their petty power struggles. They had attempted to manipulate him, to bend him to their will by using an elder priest as a pawn in their schemes. Fools. They had underestimated him, did they really believe he would not know about their schemes?

They were simply performing monkeys to him. They were no where close to his level. They could only scheme and plot as long he allowed them to, once he decided to get rid of them... Hah... They would be reduced to dust.