In my attempt to be a worthy heir and defeat the darkness, I suffered the curse of weak blood. The greatness of our House lies in the past, but few dare to challenge us. A thousand years ago, after the initiation, I could have been worthy of my father’s title and sword, perhaps even restored our House to its former glory...That was what I believed until I realized that I wasn’t the cursed one, but my blood, tainted by the darkness of the Nameless One, long vanquished. An heir? Restored grandeur? My father would kill me with his own hands if he knew that the cursed blood of the long-gone lineage had awakened within me. Our neighbors would wipe our lands off the face of the earth at the mere suspicion.As I see it, there is only one way out.I must burn out the cursed blood and silence the whispering shadows within me.