This is a message to every single citizen of Mhaldor I every touched.

I hereby wish to apologize for my actions and bury the hatchet once and
for all. I know I angered many of you in the past, so I understand that
many of you still want to see my blood. I will not fight back anymore.
At the time I left Mhaldor, Mhaldor harbored the strongest combatants in
sapience and there was no competition at all. I felt that I had to do
something about this situation and I still feel that I did a good job.

I still love the people that raised me and made me to what I am today.
My mentor and the old leaders of the Apostates. The Vicars Herenicus,
Cypra, Ladydeath and Tsara, my mother and father Ravai and Wulfen. The
Aristata family for giving me a home and Lord Khoraji for whipping me
into shape in the Colloseum Diabolus.
I apologize for letting you down and I hope that, some day, you will
forgive me for my actions.

Bleak Fitheach

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aeguary, in the year 490 AF.