"Who am I?... What is my purpose?..." Three years had passed since he lost his memory and began wandering the frontier. What pulled him out of despair were screams and the smell of blood. The blood and carnage made him remember everything.
He charged the field, sword in hand. Cheers echoed as he was showered in blood. The more soaked in crimson his body became, the more he felt he was drawing closer to his true nature. "Why does my spirit grow stronger as more blood is shed?"