A barren field.
So quiet, so placid. Too quiet.
The sky looks like a maelstrom, with its clouds swirling in a mass of darkness. A shadow is the only distinction to the wide open space. The shadow doesn't move. It has sparks emanating round it. All of a sudden, it starts to reveal itself. The shadow exposed a human form. The form is white-haired, with a prominent jaw. A he, apparently. He has azure eyes. Such is the familiarity of this particular person that he could be instantly associated with the lineage Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda.
He is dressed completely black, while his hair generates total contrast to his apparel. On his back are two swords, one of a dark metal, the other, light. His sides are equipped with a pair of crescent blades, crimson and razor-sharp. He wears a pendant that bears a black jewel.
Without warning, creatures not-of-this-world materialized. They surround him, but he still remained calm.
The creatures resemble headless and long-armed mummies, with five serrated blades fanned out from the end of each arm like fingers. They each have a huge, red eye in the place of what was supposed to be the chest.
"Just woke up and the party's already started. How punctual." said the figure in a very smooth voice.
One of the creatures took a step forward, apparently trying to get close to the figure, just close enough to strike.
As it raised one hand in the air to land on the figure, the figure instead caught the arm, twisted it and sent it right into the eye of the aggressor. The being vanished the way it appeared.
All the creatures started to gang up on the figure. The figure merely took hold of his two crescent blades and threw them around him, so that they surround him in a circular motion. All the fiends caught in the circle were assimilated, leaving behind red orbs. Not one remained.
The figure paced around, making sure that all the red orbs are gathered.
"These might come in handy…"
The figure stopped for a moment, then surrounded his body with sparks. With a sudden burst of energy, he sped straight off into a path only his heart could tell.
In his heart, he whispered to himself.
"How long more must I travel to meet you, my brothers…"