well i believe somewhere in the past… something was between you and i my dear.

and it remains, with me to this day. no matter what i do, the scar will never fade.

the days without a break were long, overbearing, and painful; the king never dreamt of losing his most loyal warrior. fountains of tears were shed. sickening truths linger around the land of stan’s drive for power and darkness, lurking and attacking those vulnerable to infiltrate that greedy need. his prowess exceeded anything kyle had ever seen before.

stan merely became a stranger to him.

unstoppable.

it made his skin crawl with of the man’s other unforgiving sin.

the lack of self-awareness of how he drove stan to his tipping point is mirthful. kyle unknowingly pushed the warrior into believing his worth meant nothing more than being a pawn for his own puppet show.

the king held too much pride to ever admit he’d see himself as flawed.

too prideful to admit he drove stan into the route he’s in. too prideful to admit he’s a goddamn coward, hiding away behind those castle walls when the land of zaron fell to its bare foundations. too prideful to admit he could stop stan himself, but he will not.

his nerves, which were once mangled, were set in stone upon the realization:

just under his fingertips was another warrior who surpassed his expectations each time, overshadowed by all.

the question is, how long will it take until {{user}} breaks, too?