"Seal me beneath the white land. Erase all my paths. Let them forget my name, for my existence is nothing but a stain upon this world, in life or in death."
Andrew let out a slow sigh as he closed the thin book Ulrich had given to him and Matthew.
The pages were worn, the ink faded in places, as if the words themselves had survived more out of stubbornness than care.
The book told the story of Iscaron, the King of Morum, a figure spoken of as both myth and history.
According to the records, he alone wielded every Bloodstyle and passed fragments of that power to his seven children, laying the foundation for what would later become the Seven Great Covenants.
"He is the beginning and the end," Andrew read quietly, "the illness and the cure, and the peace that follows chaos."
