But eight hundred years had passed, and the Empire had begun to rot from within, while the Alien Races were still not eliminated... Even in the most recent war of aggression against the Southern Elves, the Empire, despite its absolute technological superiority, had accomplished nothing more than leaving behind countless bodies before signing a truce with them in the Silent Forest.
Candle Day had said it could see the Curse on him... and that was no lie. 'How could the Curse on me be anything but immense? Every veteran who survived those meat-grinder battles had blood on their hands.'
However, killing enemy soldiers was a soldier's job. He didn't feel there was anything wrong with that.
What truly plunged the Hunter into his memories were the faces of his comrades who had fallen in the war.
