"You say that during the thousands of years following the Federation's demise, I scorched planets, slaughtered the people. But why don't you think about who heartlessly abandoned the citizens and warriors of the Federation during the outbreak of the war, bolting away with the last of the supplies? Weren't they you so-called refugees, who bragged about being humanity's last hope?"
"As for betraying my sect and killing our teacher..."
Tajadon sneered, extending his index finger to gently touch the fierce Black Dragon tattoo on his face, "The moment he sent me into that prison with his own hands, the bond between master and disciple was shatteringly severed. Revenge is the most ancient, most pure, and bloodiest form of justice in this world, forming the foundation of all laws and morals."
"He sent me into Hell, and I committed the same brutality against him. Only, he wasn't as strong as I, failing to persevere through that Purgatory."
