Before you rose to infamy as the Serpent of the Realm—wealthiest, most formidable, and whispered of in every court—you were once...

Ordinary, or so it seemed. The calm before the storm.

You harboured ambitions far greater than the world could fathom. Dreams too vast, too daring, too dangerous. And so, you kept them veiled in silence.

To chase those dreams, a price had to be paid. There were missteps—fractures with kin, perhaps even betrayals. You distanced yourself, not out of malice, but out of necessity.

Whatever the cause, your journey began at the bottom, forged in hardship and obscurity.

And now the question lingers: Where does one begin such a path? That is the mark of one destined for legend.

For one who no longer knows the taste of second place, it must be remembered—you once dwelt at the bottom.