Prologue.
Hadrian watched as the peasants struggled to move the carriage of the noble.
'Maybe the nobles wouldn't be so fat if they did their work themselves.' He thought with a snort. But then, it would only help his cause if those blood-suckers remained complacent.
And so he watched quietly as the peasants were whipped again and again. The scene made his blood boil, but there was precious little he could do without giving away his identity.
And it was a hassle enough to hide his scars.
A nexus shone in front of him suddenly and Hadrian inspected it carefully. The nexus was a symbol floating in the air, looking as though it was made of concentrated light. The message from it was simple. Kill.
