"Ah... finally, out of that cursed forest! Aah... hahaha!"
A bitter, weary laugh echoed along the muddy road, and its owner was someone Ethan knew well.
Ulric, father of Alaric, the former captain of the Goldenveil Guard.
"Ah... if that damn brat hadn't failed... so many years invested in raising a child, only for him to be a goddamn good-for-nothing." Ulric growled, kicking the wet ground hard.
With a dejected look, he turned and stared at the forest behind him.
It had been ten years since he had left the kingdom of Burning Ice to join a Darkwall family expedition, with the goal of establishing a settlement in that wretched place.
It had once been a great city, with over three thousand inhabitants, and he wanted, one day, to revive that glory under his own rule.
But that damned Golden Lord had ruined everything, and even his master had stopped answering him.
"What a miserable excuse for a life." Ulric growled, before continuing on his way.
