It was such a vibrant color... It shines brightly under the moonlight. How its etched into my memory with its beautiful glow. The red stains on my clothes, the red liquid decorating my blade, and the blood seeping out of this innocent man...lifeless before me. His screams begging for mercy burned into my memory.

How far have I fallen?

How long have I been doing this?

When will I stop seeing red?

3,456,234,101.

When will this number stop haunting me?

The voice inside my head recites an astronomically high number periodically. Every time I kill people it goes down by one...but an hour later it goes up by thousands...

Why won't it stop telling me this? What am I supposed to do? How do I kill all of these people?

I ask question after question to whatever god that may rule in this world. But all that the god says is...

3,456,245,324.

A number that goes up and down. What does it mean?

What is my purpose?

What is this world to me?

What are humans to me?

Since you replied to me countless of times a number, god...

Will you bless me with silence if I purge this land?

I will purge the land of Mythra just for you.

So please promise me...that the numbers will stop, that I will stop seeing this disgusting color...

Isn't that why I'm your Descender?

Memories of the Mythran Descender, Roy