I was once a mortal plebeian living at the high lords' mercy. 

In the name of tax fraud, I had my limbs chopped off. 

For the sake of filling up numbers, I was conscripted to serve half my life in the front lines as cannon fodder.

To survive, I had to cannibalize my blood brothers and sell away my blood sisters.

I was oppressed and at my road's end. 

All that stood in front of me was a mountain; it was tall and looming. 

It was a magician it was.

Made the sun in the sky disappear.

Heck, even made the sky in the sky go missing.

All that remained in their place was this monster of a mountain. 

The mountain was intimidating, overbearing and arrogant.

It also reeked of opportunity. 

The air at the foot of the mountain was calm and soothing. 

I imagined what it would be like at the summit. 

I wanted to see such sights. I wanted to touch the clouds, become one with the stars, and die a fiery but exciting death at the end of my lifespan.

And so, I challenged the mountain using my frail body and battered spirit.

This marked the dawn of my immoral but also immortal story.