When a mighty lord reaches the zenith of power, no folly is greater than placing the reins of his host into the hands of a bitter ill-wisher. Envy is a hidden sickness of the soul; it wells up in tears that no physician can heal. When one of noble birth is consumed by boundless greed yet reduced to servitude, he may feign allegiance, yet his inner hearth burns only for his own ambition. A commander who mistakes such a venomous soul for a trusted friend proves that wisdom has fled his heart. Should Fate thwart his restless desires, he looks upon creation without love and harbors nothing but ruin for his leader. Indeed, he who is destitute of wisdom at his core cannot be counted among humanity by the wise. Through this profound prelude, the dark root of evil nature stands revealed—a warning of how envy and folly drag champions into catastrophic doom.