7.22.2 Old friend.
Amir never expected his end to be so, simple.
"Hah?" He grabbed the bones sticking into his stomach, desperately trying to remove them.
But no matter how much he struggled, they didn't move an inch. "Why?" He asked while recalling the life he had lived.
Born in a civilian family, he never thought of himself as someone special. Just a nobody born in a poor household who dreamed of nothing but bringing joy to his parents. But who knew that fate had something else stored for him?
He was an Imperial, and belonging to the bloodline of the Grand General Deimos of the Cynark Army. A man whose prestige suffocated virtually all the powers on the Brihma continent.
Not to mention, he was one of the seeded sons among the Imperials whose future could be anything but ordinary. He was born to lead his country to a better place through strength alone.