Frejlurd stood motionless after hearing the Baron's final command. A storm brewed within him as it was a mixture of conviction, fear and a strange relief. The difference between the old leadership of Rammstein and the new had never been clearer.
The former rulers were complacent since they feasted on bribes, fattened their pockets while lowly soldiers like himself to become dogs of the underworld.
Back then, the City Guard were nothing more than lap dogs snarling on their command, tail tucked between legs when criminals gave orders. Frejlurd had once dreamt of being a soldier of justice, a protector of the city. But instead, he had suffered, degraded and used.
Now, things have changed. The new leadership under Baron Estefan Angeras was unlike anything the city had ever seen. The Baron was ruthless, willing to kill thousands, not out of personal pleasure but for a vision. His cause was absolute, defined by blood and order. And in this madness, Frejlurd found purpose again.
