"I am sorry... I failed to protect your families." Edmund's voice was regretful as he stood in the presidential office.
Young Edward sat quietly, his thoughts maelstrom of feelings. He had always wanted to make a name for himself, stand at the top, and be the best of the best. When he was summoned to the battle room, he believed nothing could stop him from becoming humanity's savior—the famed and powerful warrior.
He became a savior, along with the few who survived the tournament.
But at what cost?
He had lost his friends—those who stood shoulder to shoulder with him, defying impossible odds. He had lost comrades who could have become great figures in this world. But instead, they perished in that ruthless tournament, and he survived.
And when he finally returned home, burdened by everything he had sacrificed, he was confronted with another tragedy.
His wife was killed in an explosion set up by the Rogues.
Rage consumed him.
