“What happened?” Sirress asked cautiously. Heartfilia stopped walking briefly before continuing on.
“I was the youngest commander in the Azrian’s military history. It was a title I did not care about, I just wanted to fight and kill. I was angry all the time, I hated myself, so I set out to become a weapon that could kill anything. I ended up leading a unit into an ambush. We were after a traitor, a mate killer. To kill someone’s mate is the most deplorable crime an Azrian can commit, and that is what he had done. I was prepared to slaughter him, until I saw him. I lost control of my rage. I became a blind beast hell bent on killing everything in its path. My uncle, a monster in all the words meaning. I killed him, but in the process, he shattered my horn and killed every single member of
