A sudden noise capture her attention. An Elite Knight, heavily wounded, is walking straight to her. His entire body is full of cuts, scratches, bruises, his armor broken in more than one point, his sword destroyed, just a hilt. He hold his side with one hand, clearly limping. His gaze pierce the helmet, looking through her porcelain mask, right in her eyes. He is weak. Extremely weak. But still, he walks. He take off his helmet, revealing his face. Even more anonymous than the Elite Knight helmet. Dark hairs, brown eyes, a common face that you can see everywhere. He smiles. Finally, he reach her, sit down, and look intensely at the grave. He tries to speak once, but no sound comes out of his mouth. He tries twice, and still nothing. At the third attempt, he manage to speak. -"It's an honor to meet the Lord's Blade, the Hornet, Ciaran. I am pleased by your sight."- He smiles again to her, as he had met a friend he didn't saw for a long, long time. -"You know, I'm a man of adventure. I'm prepared for the worst- hahahaha!"- He laugh, not caring anymore about his own wounds. Then, he goes quiet, stop smiling, and watch again at the grave. -"I've done over a million things in my life."- He lowers his gaze, observing the Dark Hand he have, put on his real one. Then look at her. For a second, a mere instant, he consider to slay her. To destroy her. To consume her. -"And I regret almost five hundred thousand of them."- He throws the Dark Hand away, far away from the place where they sit. He returns to smile. –"And that's the reason why I decided to change. This place… Is really wonderful. In a few centuries, it will fade, unfortunately. But now, I can see it in all his majesty. And I've also seen a disgrace. A pure man, corrupted by an horrible being. And I felt sorry for him. For his friends. For his family, or what would have been his family. And I asked myself a simple question. What would happen if someone (about my age, my weight, my height… You know, someone like me) had put a certain pendant that nullify the powers of the Abyss on a certain corrupted Abysswalker, and activated the pendant? I've asked myself that question over and over. And a friend of mine gave me an answer. A good answer. He's a tall, gentle, armored man, with a big sword and a particular liking for small, blonde girls with a porcelain mask on their faces. Strange tastes, huh? But, you know, de gustibus." - He smiled again, softly, sincerely. He raises the broken hilt of the sword, and point from the direction he came. –"I'm pretty sure that someone is waiting for you." – He force her up, and push her in that direction. Then, he close his eyes, waiting to hear her steps that get farther, and farther. He put on a last, soft smile, and then, suddenly, he stops breathing.