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History is often written by the survivors, but the earth belongs to those who fell. We marched into the fog without a sense of purpose, without a map to guide us back, and without the certainty that our names would ever be remembered by those we left behind.

Here's the brutal truth about trust: it's a weapon your enemies use against you. The Romans understood this. Every emperor who trusted his guards ended up dead by their hands. Trust is the poison that kills the powerful. Keep your plans sealed, your intentions hidden.

My ancestors walked these paths before me, leaving their wisdom in the wind. We have another saying: "The tree remembers what the wind forgets." This is our way, always moving forward, always remembering where we came from. The journey continues.

Their monuments crumbled like salted sand beneath the tide of time. The grand architects, once masters of the atom, were forgotten. In the cold void, a new consciousness flickered to life, indifferent to the ghosts of the past. The cycle was complete; the era of flesh had ended.

Ancient humans didn't need claws or fangs. Their weapon was time itself. While other predators relied on strength or speed, humans simply walked. Hour after hour, following tracks, reading signs. Their prey would eventually collapse from exhaustion.

Look at a man’s honor. It is the final wall that no enemy can breach unless he permits it. You build that wall with discipline and cement it with respect. In this place, your dignity is the only territory left to command. Guard it with your life.

Chapter 3, and behold, the waters of the great deep were gathered together. By the fourth day, the seas had found their boundaries, and the dry land emerged from the depths. So the waters remained in their appointed places.

200 victims. 2 brothers. the Ice Truck killer and the Bay Harbor, Butcher have been ruining. and destroying Miami.