Ryoki began to list them off with his voice rising in dramatic volume, echoing across the vast empty expanse of the ruined colosseum.
"I have seen warlords who regretted burning entire, thriving, beautiful cities to the ground…" Ryoki boasted, spreading his silver-gauntleted arms wide, as if addressing an invisible crowd of thousands. "I have stared into the eyes of conquerors who were haunted by the deafening screams of tens of thousands of innocents burning alive in the ash of their own homes… I have seen the souls of legendary kings who deeply, painfully regretted slaughtering their own infant children in their royal cribs, suffocating them with silk pillows just to secure their blood-soaked paranoid thrones."
Ryoki took a slow deliberate step forward with his pristine silver boots leaving a flawless impression in the yellow sand.
