‘Who dares to stand before me? I am not merely a god—I am the tempest that swallows gods whole!’ he thundered, his voice a cataclysm on the battlefield.

I faced many who claimed to be gods.

‘Arthur, does your heart even know affection?’ She cried out, her tears a torrent of sorrow.

I have shattered the hearts that beat for me.

‘My dear ally, did you truly believe your grandmother's demise was an act of fate? A pitiful farce, indeed. She was purged like the vermin she was,’ his words were a blade, cold, mocking, and precise.

Those I cherished have been scorched by my shadow.

‘Prince, our blood is your legacy, the lives of countless innocents stain your hands!’ they wailed, their lamentations a dirge on an island besieged by global carnage.

I have been the harbinger of death to thousands.

‘Initiating Treadway Industries' pinnacle nanotechnology program, I am...’ The voice in my cranium, a meld of human and machine, a harbinger of a new dawn.

Super advanced technologies were implanted in me.

‘Father! No, not you, father...’ My screams were a requiem, cradled in my butler's arms.

I have tasted the ashes of defeat. ‘Ahh!’—but that tale is for another time.

‘Supreme Commander,’ I uttered, my gaze heavy with the weight of war.

I have commanded legions as a revered warlord.

‘LONG LIVE THE DRAGON LORD!’ The legions knelt, their adoration a mantle upon my shoulders.

I have been an emperor, I have been a king, exalted by armies, peoples, monarchs, entire nations.

‘Surrender to my embrace,’ she whispered, her allure a dangerous dance.

I have been ensnared by temptation.

‘Forgive me, Arthur, I had no choice,’ her betrayal came as a whisper, a knife buried in my back.

I have been betrayed.

‘I vow to be true to my husband, in wealth and in poverty, today, and forevermore,’ her voice a solemn vow, clad in the purity of her gown.

I took as my bride, my confidant, the most resplendent woman my eyes have ever beheld.

‘Arthur, how could you?! I loved you, I gave you my all,’ her accusation a tempest of tears and rage.

Have I mentioned that I have disappointed?

You may have heard tales of me, of enchanted blades, sorcerers, and thrones, but I am not that Arthur. Let me tell you who I am!