By the glow of Kael's lantern, Lyrus carefully sifted through the parchments. They told of a time when the HellSin clan stood at the brink of greatness. Generations past, HellSin leaders had brokered peace talks between rival sects, forging tentative alliances out of chaos. Their dream was ambitious: to unite these fractious territories under a single, honorable banner, ending the endless cycle of bloodshed.
Among these potential allies, none stood closer to HellSin than the Golden Serpent Sect. Once, Serpent envoys had pledged brotherhood, shared victories, and sealed pacts with sacred oaths. The documents described grand assemblies where HellSin and Golden Serpent elders toasted each other's wisdom and vowed to protect the land together. Their cooperation promised a new era.
But as Lyrus read on, the tone darkened. He found letters hinting at Serpent dissatisfaction, secret grievances never voiced aloud. While smiling to HellSin's face, the Serpents cultivated hidden fears. They worried HellSin's influence would overshadow their own wealth and prestige. Within the folds of formal treaties were subtle notes warning of Serpent unease and jealous whispers.
Lyrus' knuckles tightened on the parchment. The perfect ally, it seemed, had harbored a blade behind their back all along, waiting for the right moment to strike.