A warrior’s path is trodden in pain and death lies at its end.
They were his father’s words from long ago. Not just words, in truth, but a warning.
And yet, despite this, in the end, Cutter, like so many others, had chosen pain, had chosen death.
Maybe he had done so when he lay dying in some back alley of his home city. Maybe it had been when Yeladrian, the Fey King, had gifted him the Breaker of Pacts.
Or perhaps he had not chosen his path at all. Perhaps it had chosen him. Either way, there was no choice left to him now. His path lay before him, and so the only thing left to do was to walk it.