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Edric's gaze became distant and profound, his thoughts carried back to the past by the words of the village elder, back to the memories associated with Archangel. Archangel, the imperial mech representing his family's honor and responsibility, had been an indispensable presence in his home since he was a child. It was not just a war machine, but also carried the dreams and emotions of countless generations of the House of Heraldry.
His father often took him to stand beneath the colossal frame of Archangel, gazing up at the mech. On those long nights, his father would tell him stories about the universe, about the strange creatures and grand empire on distant planets. His father's eyes always sparkled with the light of dreams as he spoke of the empire's greatness.
Edric softly repeated the words his father had once said to him in bed, his voice filled with nostalgia for the past and uncertainty about the future. His father, a wise and passionate knight, always spoke of the Emperor with a near-sacred devotion, as if the Emperor were the eternal light in his heart.
"In this vast universe, the Emperor is not only our leader, but also our god. His existence transcends everything. He not only rules countless planets, but also guides all of humanity forward. His wisdom is unfathomable, his power unmatched." His father's eyes always held a profound light, and whenever he mentioned the Emperor, his voice became solemn and reverent.
He often said to Edric: "The Emperor is not only our ruler, but also our savior. In the darkness, he led humanity towards the light. In war, he guided us to victory. His existence is the reason why we, House of Heraldry, remain loyal guardians."
Every time he heard these words, Edric felt a deep sense of pride and respect. His heart was filled with admiration for the Emperor, a feeling that transcended bloodline and status. But as time passed and the family declined, he began to question those stories and beliefs. He started to wonder, when the Emperor was out of reach and the empire's light no longer shone on Asra Planet, what meaning did those myths and beliefs still hold?
The current Edric is filled with contradictions and struggles. He cannot deny the strength that his dreams and faith in his youth once gave him, but the harsh reality forces him to face a fact - even the great House of Heraldry cannot escape the fate of being forgotten. In this indifferent universe, their existence seems to become increasingly insignificant, the splendor of the emperor is out of reach, leaving only the shadows of the past lingering in his heart.
Edric continues to be flooded with memories of the past. It was a long and painful period, and the decline of the family seemed to be an irreversible fate. During his youth, House of Heraldry was already a mere shadow of its former self, its glory gradually fading under the sky of Asra Planet. It has been thirty years since the family last received a summons from the empire, and their influence and prestige have disappeared like a shooting star in the river of history.
Edric's father was once a brilliant symbol of the House of Heraldry, a courageous knight unmatched on the battlefield. However, as the war ended and the family declined, he gradually lost his sense of purpose, sinking into a fascination with the past and alcohol. In the dilapidated family hall, he would often be alone, holding an old wine glass, muttering to himself, reminiscing about the glory of the past battles.
His words were filled with madness and obsession. Often, after getting drunk at night, he would loudly recount those thrilling battles. He would vividly describe piloting the Archangel mechs, battling the chaotic Space Marines forces in the interstellar battlefield, facing grotesque and ferocious creatures not of this world. He would recount the bloody battles, maneuvering through explosions and fire, wielding his weapon relentlessly to slay the enemies. His eyes would shimmer with past fervor and madness, as if those battlefields were still before him and the cries of war still echoed in his ears.
But as he indulged in alcohol and memories, his tone became increasingly sad and resentful. He would curse the current tranquil time, believing that days without war were feeble and powerless. He often complained about the ingratitude of the empire, lamenting that the glory of the family was no more, and their sacrifices and dedication were coldly forgotten. In his eyes, the House of Heraldry was just a pawn in the hands of the empire, once glorious, but now forgotten in the corner of history.
For young Edric, his father's ravings became a shadow deep in his heart, constantly reminding him that the family's glory was a thing of the past, and his future seemed shrouded in mist. Edric both revered and feared such a father, unable to understand his father's obsession with the past, nor accept the decline of the family's honor. His father's shadow, like an insurmountable chasm, made him feel deeply powerless and confused.
And on the final night, moonlight bathed the ancient estate of the House of Heraldry in a silvery glow, streaming through the windows onto the heavy figure of Edric's father. Edric sat across from his father, witnessing the once unbeatable warrior on the battlefield now deeply lost in endless confusion and sorrow.
His father's eyes flickered with madness, his hand trembling as he clutched the now empty bottle of wine, his lips quivering as if battling an unseen foe. His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an unspeakable despair: "Every person of the House of Heraldry is born to die on the battlefield! Our glory, our destiny, is fated to unfold in those bloody Interstellar Wars!"
Father's words became more and more agitated, and tears shimmered in his eyes under the moonlight. He spoke with heart-wrenching emotion, as if cursing the world and mourning the glorious era that had long passed. His trembling finger pointed to the sky, as if indicating a distant battlefield: "Look at the sky, how clear, how peaceful. But this is our curse, Edric! We of the House of Heraldry can no longer find our battlefield, blood, and glory!"
Edric looked at his father's contorted and pained face, filled with deep helplessness and compassion. He knew that for his father, the glory of the House of Heraldry was not just a memory of the past, but the core of his entire life. And now, all of that had turned to nothingness, leaving only hollow memories and endless anger.
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