The horrific spectacle enacted by the Romanians has become the Empire's hottest topic—every whispered conversation, every furtive glance, all steeped in the weight of unspeakable acts. I tried to bury the truth of that day beneath a veil of secrecy, but the evidence cannot be hidden.
That fateful day, when the invaders departed the port—leaving behind an eerie silence even after Anwyl's strenuous efforts to guard it—it seemed as if they had vanished into the mists of the unknown.
Yet, their departure was not born of goodwill; they waited only until I had arrived, their singular objective being nothing less than to declare war.
I dare not applaud their audacity, but I cannot ignore the bitter irony: Samael must have known that I would not quietly stand by as my people suffered. In his dark wisdom, he understood that this calamity unveiled a truth about me that few suspected.
