At first, I could only think of one thing...
To free my people from pain.

My anger was justified and my actions were cruel. 
Drowning in the cheers of victory,
I promised that I would do everything to bring back the glory of the Dragon Clan. 

That’s right.
I thought I was making the right decision then.
Flying through the glorious battlefield unleashing flames of death upon my enemies,
all of which I believed to be an honor and a blessing.

However, now I know.
Glory is but a fruit of vanity and the cries of the souls that were burnt by the flames of suppression is a dirge. A funeral song that loathes the reign of the new tyrant.

As long as glory is achieved in the name of tyranny, the history of oppression will only repeat itself and the world will fade into darkness. And just like Bakal, those who would use their flames to consume the darkness will only bring forth unimaginable chaos and agony.

It is now time to leave my past behind.
If repeating this painful history is what I have achieved from my times in the battlefield,
then I would rather lose everything and start all over again.

Even if everything that I’ve done for the glory of my clan cannot be forgiven,
I will do everything in my power to stop the oppression from rising.

I am fearless.
I am Dreadnought.