Damian's gaze became chilly at this revelation.
The Murderous Saint didn't just want power. He wanted everything nearby. The subjugation of every empire, every tribe, every Beast Lord in these Regions!
He father and mother were only the first!
And he was willing to destroy anyone who stood in his way.
When Damian looked at Vienna, he felt such distaste and hatred in his heart that he couldn't explain. He felt the loss of his mother and father again and again, memories of their deaths playing behind his eyes like wounds that would never heal. It was people like her who had betrayed them in the end. People who had smiled and sworn oaths and then turned those oaths to ash when it became convenient.
He wanted to vent.
He wanted to kill.
But first, he needed to understand.
"The Vakochev Empire was working with all others."
His voice came out cold and controlled.
"They even had relations with the Noble Beasts. Why...did the Murderous Saint break all of that? Why did you..."
