Screams...
Screams filled the youth's mind and ears as he stirred to see what was happening until he realize that he couldn't see through his left eye and the village, his home was ignited in fire as a being of fire and brimstone destroyed the area, horror filling his soul as he looked upon the monster that came forth, a demon of the Nether before his teeth were grinding in his jaw, standing up in anger as he held out his hand, feeling the connection complete with the demon realizing the same.
"Magnolrag, demon of the Nether's fire and lava, by contact and will combined, I seal with the eye destroyed, your rage ends here!" The demon squirmed to escape, but it was far too late as the youth blacked out with eye blackened red and his actions holding the demon inside his vessel and ending the town before heading out with remorse and guilt, his actions having caused the end of the former village of Kraken Den...

He stirred, eyes looking up at the roof as he thought about his dream, an memory from a forgotten time as he pulled himself up and looked into the mirror that was set up in his room, gazing between the radiant blue and the char-black around the doomed red before he sighed, the reflection starting to show him the demon in his form. "Are you still afraid of my power, human? Release me and you will no longer have to endure this angst of your life... and others."
"Quiet, you fel spawn, you are filled with lies, words that have no power now, you will stay and you will listen as you are now my darker half, a side I despises, but need for all my life." The youth tilted his head down as he continued, the power trying to surge. "I will not let go, this is my curse and my burden, you may have destroyed my home, but I was the fool in trusting them to help, it is me that now lives with your hatred, and it is I that has your spite for all living things that I must suppress." Hands leaving the basin, the youth turned and headed for the door as the reflection moved on its own as it asked.
"How far do you think you can hold me in place, you can't keep up this charade forever."
"I have to, I have done wrong and now I must atone in my own way, Magnolrag, not in destruction, but something else..." The youth walked out and the reflection vanished as the voice went on in the youth's mind, a grim reminder to his past.

"Still, your will astounds me, such human powers and yet powerful strength in your vessel, it is a surprise that you never sought out the ruins of Phoenix Drop for your own." The youth stopped in his chamber of life, a familiar environment that eased his mind as he started to focus. "If you carry on like this, you will end up far worse than what you are now..."
"Please... I require silence..." With that, the youth reached out to the fireplace, his mind clearing before clouding itself with magic, pulling the flame forth to encircle his being, hand stretched out before lashing out to take a plume of fire into his hand, the rest returning to the stone and hearth before he opened his hand, the plume growing into a female being, speaking as the sprite now looked at him. "Any news in the world that calls out for action?"

"It is something, but the spirits and nature itself is... confused, the threat of the Nether is growing, but there are signs of artifacts becoming active, even... HER relic." The youth paused as he processed the words, her relic... did that imply that...? The youth turned back to the sprite as the hand opened wide before he headed for the large wood doors that stood in his chamber, pushing them opening to the falling snow, a cold that festered around, but seems to melt to his touch as he strolled over to a railing of wood and watched over warriors, some dressed as bandits and others militia men and women with the sprite continuing. "The fact remains, sir, the Lady Irene... has returned to the world..."
"I am not calling you out, spirit, but we need to be vigilant, keep your ears open to see where this 'Irene' host is and watch for any troubles that may occur." The spirit bowed as the youth spoke to himself, the eye flaring up in fire that did not scorch the youth. "I guess that you are getting what you wished for, a battle that will either end the world or preserve it."
"My wishes are irrelevant nowadays, it is you that wishes for peace among a race that never stops in the wars and battles that they wage in the sake of gains, though you have the choice to move for one side or the other, dear light."

"..." The youth sighed before he moved back inside as he finished his thoughts with something else. "Maybe, but for the battles that are to come, the name and person of 'Phanto' must be heartless and without mercy for both his allies and opponents will fear it, not embrace as some 'savior'..." The frost-bitten caps continued to blow on the mountains of Bright Port, a place that was unknown to who or what could be high up in the caps, emitting a glow of fires and lights in the darkened nights and weathered storms...