Prologue — The Chronicles of Uthred

  Hello, friend.

  If this book has found its way into your hands, know that it was not by chance.

  Nothing in Ymir is.

  Least of all… me.

  I write these words with hands calloused by time and blood. Not because I seek remembrance, and certainly not redemption — no, that time has passed. I write because it is my duty. Because there are truths that cannot die with me. Because there are pains that must be eternal, and names that must never be forgotten, even if they were whispered only once before vanishing into the dark.

  These are the Chronicles of Uthred, and in them, I’ve poured everything I lived, everything I felt, and everything I was forced to become.

  I wrote each line as if it were my last.

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  I wrote as one drives a blade into their own flesh, hoping to reveal the soul that remained after the storm.

  From the moment I awakened in Ymir, with eyes that were not mine and a body forged for war, I knew peace had no place for me. Peace looked at me, turned her face, and walked the other way.

  And I? I walked the opposite path — through forests that screamed forgotten names, through deserts that stole voices, through cities that fed on hope and then vomited it out as ruin.

  The system chose me. Gave me a mission I didn’t understand:

  "Unite the Triple Entity."

  But the trinity...

  It changed.

  What was sacred became corrupted.

  What was light turned to shadow.

  And what was meant to be an end, opened the door to something far, far worse.

  Do not expect heroes in these pages. I am not one.

  What you’ll find here is truth — raw, bitter, and at times unbearable.

  Yes, there were companions. Yes, there was loyalty, and even love, however fleeting.

  But there was also betrayal, loss, screams no one heard, and eyes that begged for salvation that never came.

  I wrote it all.

  From grand feats to quiet hesitations.

  From the monsters I faced to the demons I embraced.

  From victories that bled, to defeats that smiled.

  And if at any moment you doubt my story, read again.

  Because every line written here was lived. Every silence, earned.

  And if you are here, if you’ve come this far, it’s because destiny… still breathes within you.

  Before all this, there was another name.

  Someone who lived on Earth. Who died with it.

  They called him David.

  But that man...

  Is not me.

  I am Uthred.

  I always was.

  I always will be.

  Destiny… is all.