A metal figure shrouded in a long flowing, brilliant cape, examines the footprints of his mark. The Hero walks, and follows the treaded path, his armor clanks with each step, longsword and shield moving with him. He doesn't pick up his pace, for he never tires. He will find them, it's not a matter of how, but one of when. His armor glistens in the moonlight, a beautiful suit, the likes of which seem to be crafted by the gods. A luminescence comes across him when one stairs in his direction. He hears movement, his heart quickens, but his pace does not. Calm and collected, The Lone Hero walks towards the sound; He knows it will all be over soon. An arrow flies through the air and quick as a bullet his shield is raised and the arrow splints to the ground. He looks over and sees a woman with a wolf cowering in fear, bleeding, quivering, unable to breath. "Please, don't kill me. I have done no harm and wish only to do good, don't send me back!" Her legs buckle and she falls to the floor, sobbing, for she is too tired and weak to fight. The iron demon responds, "Your existence is much overdue, as is this worlds, I send you back to the depths of the darkness where you belong." The wolf, still managing to fight, leaps towards him in hopes to protect her master, her friend, her sister. Fresh blood stains the armor, and the comrade lies dead. The next death came not a moment after. The Lone Hero begins to walk away, chants fill the sky and he glows ever brighter. Under his helm, a smile spreads across his face. Instinct: To Hunt the Undead

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• Lies
• Power Word: Death