I still feel the residual energy of my absent Rune, the stirring of the slumbering beast within. My blades falter now. I am incomplete.
They yet hunt for me, however, following me across the wide world and razing all in their path. Why do they search? What do they want? Why me? At the very edges of my empty memory, I feel as though I should know.
For now, I can only fight and destroy those who reach me. It is all I can do, for fighting is the only thing I remember with clarity.
I still feel the residual energy of my absent Rune, the stirring of the slumbering beast within. My blades falter now. I am incomplete.
They yet hunt for me, however, following me across the wide world and razing all in their path. Why do they search? What do they want? Why me? At the very edges of my empty memory, I feel as though I should know.
For now, I can only fight and destroy those who reach me. It is all I can do, for fighting is the only thing I remember with clarity.