In the 16th Century there was a sword feared and revered for its awesome power. That sword was Soul Edge an incredibly powerful blade with a downside – it instantly corrupted its wielder, using them as a way to acquire more souls to feed its nigh endless hunger.
Another sword was then forged to combat such an awe-inspiring tool of evil; a pure sword that represented all that was righteous and good in the world. Its name – Soul Calibur.
The swords changed hands through the years, Soul Edge being possessed by the dread pirate Cervantes de Leon and afterwards the evil entity Nightmare.
Those opposing the evil of Soul Edge sometimes wielded the good sword, Soul Calibur.
When the two swords did clash however, they sent ripples through space and time.
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Several images flashed before his eyes. They lacked colour and sound but he understood what was happening. They seemed very distant, fading slowly from his vision.
Waking was a strange sensation, like being born. It seemed a very new experience to him, almost as if it was happening for the first time. Everything seemed so fresh, unsoiled, pure…all this occurred to him in the second before he sat up and hit his head on a shelf directly above his bed. Instantly he fell back down into bed and gradually gained awareness of his surroundings as he opened his eyes.
He was in a bed in a room he had never seen before. He looked around, curious. Nothing got any clearer however. His head throbbed slightly but that wasn't what worried him. He had no idea who or where he was.