In his early youth, Ghalib was nothing more than a simple farmer tilling barren land in the Silver Viscounty—lands that before long declined into a weak barony. Ghalib lived an ordinary life without distinction, possessing neither talent with the sword nor the ability to practice magic, content with the sweat of his brow and whatever sustenance the land provided him.
However, that simplicity did not last long. In the year 2098 of the Sacred Calendar, the Southern Nobles' War broke out—a long war spanning three years that redrew maps and altered the fates of nations. When the war drew to a close, the Southwestern Alliance suffered a devastating defeat, with the heaviest losses borne by the Silver Viscounty, which was forced to cede vast areas of land and was burdened with crushing debts. Even its allies—Viscount Weiser and Count Abrahan—abandoned it and demanded financial aid, forgetting the common front they had once fought on.
Ghalib was twenty-four years old at the time. He was no knight, but he had an elder brother who was talented with the sword and held a promising future. Yet war burned all dreams; when it ended, Ghalib found nothing but his elder brother's corpse lying on the dirt, his body covered in wounds and his neck severed by a final strike. Ghalib buried his brother with his own hands and moved on with heavy, disillusioned steps, as seeds of hatred and despair quietly grew within him.
Just one year later, another disaster struck the territory with the murder of the eldest daughter of Marquis Moreno Al's son—an event that opened the gates of hell as nobles and the royal family imposed a suffocating economic blockade on Silver. The results were catastrophic; hunger and poverty claimed many lives. Amidst this ruin, Ghalib decided to rebel and founded the "Blood Fang" gang. His stated goal was to destroy the corrupt territory, reshape it, and hand it over to Count Coyle, believing this would bring salvation.
However, Ghalib drowned in a dark swamp of control—assault, theft, and plunder—transforming from a rebel into a monster. Jamie witnessed these memories before his eyes using the Second Circle spell "Memory Parasite," and his words erupted loudly: "— Take him to execution!" Jamie said to himself menacingly: "Count Coyle, I will truly kill you... This fool Ghalib tried to fix the territory by destroying it, a flawed plan derailed by his own desires... You will be my serious target."
In the central square of the Silver Barony, residents gathered in anger, awaiting the execution of Ghalib, who appeared carried without hands or legs, bleeding continuously. Jamie stood and asked him: "— What are your last words?" Ghalib did not speak; instead, he released a long cry carrying loss, regret, and agony. The executioner silenced Ghalib and carried him to the guillotine, which sealed his death. In his final moment, Ghalib saw his elder brother walking before him, sad and disappointed, and then everything ended.
Jamie's eyes did not shed a tear; he remained cold as ice. He looked at the crowd, who cheered proudly: "— We love you, My Lord!" The residents rushed to dance and sing, celebrating the death of one man. Jamie looked down from his castle balcony, laughing: "— Hahaha... what a charming sight. Humans are strange creatures, dancing over corpses... This world is strange, yet special."
However, Ghalib's death was not the end of the story. Deep in a dense forest just half a day away from Silver, a military camp housed two hundred soldiers from the Weiser Viscounty. Ceron Silver sat sharpening his sword with sorrow and solemnity, beside the silent and stern Viscount Weiser, while his son Otana tested his patience in deep concentration for the upcoming battle. The Viscount broke the silence with a dry voice: "— Half a day remains... until we reach the Silver territory." Silence prevailed, carrying an implicit feeling that this march was the beginning of a new bloody chapter in Silver's history.