A dark figure gripped its gleaming black Ogre Sword while looking at its prey, 4 boss-class Dark Elves.

"Damn eyesores. Out of my way!"The figure, wearing a Dark Yosyu set, ran towards its enemies, and began hacking away mercilessly.

"Crescent. . . CLEAVE!"

3 blade-like pillars of pure power ran through the ground, cutting anything it touched.

However, it was black, reminiscent of the Black Dragon's power.

It dashed right behind the middle, and used a 3-hit dashing combo to the Dark Elves, sending them flying to the wall.

The figure leapt back a good distance as the Dark Elves landed on the floor, and as soon as they stood up. . .

"Halfmoon. . . SLASH!"

A large, long-range slash ripped them in half, severing one's head.

The figure panted, and walked right to the exit.

A cleric was looking at it, examining the splattered blood all over the armor and weapon.

"The Dark Mask, the so-called 'Fallen Hero'. So that's Rothius. . ."

The figure took out a small scroll, and looked at it, a rolled-up sketch he did years ago.

"Teluna. . . If only I arrived earlier."

The cleric followed the figure, taking care not to be seen.

Following the figure to Port Hermalte, he saw the figure put on a tattered brown cloak, which blew in the wind.

"Where is he headed. . . ?"

Rothius threw his blade towards where the cleric was hiding, forcing the cleric out of soon as he raised his head, his face met Rothius' gauntleted fist, a powerful punch smashing his nose, the force sending him flying a few feet.

"Cleric, it is in bad form to follow someone in such a manner."

"Rothius! For crimes of multiple murders, large-scale destruction among many others, I will take your head!"

Picking up his sword, Rothius adapted the Hacking Stance.

"Have at you."

"RIGHTEOUS BOLT!"

Arcs of lightning added burns on the cloak, as Rothius dashed in.

A second passed, and the battle was over.

Rothius sheathed his blade, and began walking away as the cleric's head rolled on the ground, jets of blood spurting from the stump where his head used to be.

An arrow came flying towards his head, and he caught it with his index and middle fingers.

"Nice try."

A dark aura flowed from the crevices of his armor, covering him in a matter of seconds.

"Cyclone. . ."

The archer readied another arrow.

"SLASH!"

A black tornado rushed towards her, as she fired the arrow.

The tornado got hold of it, and launched the arrow back at her, piercing her shoulder.

He dashed towards her as she tried to pull the arrow out.

"Infinity. . ."

She tried in vain, and stood up to face him, quickly drawing an arrow aimed towards him.

"EDGE!"

She took the blows head on, the size of his blade doing nothing to hamper the speed at which he cut through her.

Blood spilled and sprayed everywhere, pieces and slabs of her body falling to the ground.

He sheathed his blade and ran towards a fishing boat going out to sea.

Grabbing the fisherman's head, he growled.

"Forsaken Island."

The fisherman followed his order to spare his own life.

What could have led a hero to fall?

What caused his turn?

What does his eyes see as he travels from place to place?

Where would his soul lead him?

How long will his heart scream against his fate?

When will his suffering end?