But his actions led to his downfall, that day, so vivid. He had shattered his most trusted sword to take SoulEdge, just to be enslaved by it. Yet, it wasn't all the SoulEdge, it was him also. He had indulged in the consuming of innocents, the killings. He did ugly things, things that would surely banish him to hell for eternity. He continuesly told himself that he deserved what he was going through, he deserved what came to him in the afterlife, he deserved nothing but pain and sorrow forever. Secretly, however, he seeked redemption, to cleans himself of the nightmare.
He had both of the super weapons, SoulCalibur and SoulEdge, sealed inside Requiem. He knew what SoulEdge was but he didn't know what SoulCalibur was. It appeared out of nowhere, and he had used it to seal SoulEdge's power. Somebody must know what these swords mean, where they came from, what their purpose is.
He heard a noise, from above. He knew this noise, it was...it was the sound of the Ringwraiths. The ear peircing squeal came, followed closely by the heavy beat of the great wings of the fell beasts. He stood up, searching, he couldn't see it. Another scream, this one from below, he stepped away from the cliff edge, preparing himself for a battle. He unstrapped Requiem and held it close to his side. It came over the side of the cliff, its giant wingspan throwing a shadow over him, he stepped back as it landed heavily on the rock, the ground shuddering. Sitting atop its back, one of the RingWraiths, the nothing inside of its spectral hood staring at him, staring into his very mind.
He gritted his teeth, about to charge, the fell beast stepped forward, roaring, its jagged teeth dripping with saliva, its black eyes full of hunger. The Wraith unsheathed its sword, and dismounted, its rusty plate armored boots clanking loudly. It stepped forward, holding the sword pointed toward him, its blade tattered and uncared for. He readied himself, he would kill this being of the dark with ease. Just as he was about to attack, a blinding white light came from behind him.
The Wraith stumbled back, screaming, the rays of light causing it to retreat. It quickly remounted the roaring fell beast and rose into the sky, with every wing beat, air rushed past him, nearly causing him to fall. The light instantly dissipated, he turned and looked. A tall man, dressed in white and black, stood there, holding a small glass ball that had probably produced the blinding light.
He looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Who are you?" The man put the glass ball into a small pouch at his side, and looked at Siegfried, his left eye was golden. He stepped forward and said, "I heard your thoughts, about SoulCalibur and SoulEdge, you wish to know about them, yes?" Siegfried narrowed his eyes and said," Yes, and what might you know about them?" The man smiled and said, "I can provide you with some information, that you may want to hear, however, I cannot tell you now. We must move, they are coming back and I do not think I have the power to quell all nine of them." He pointed behind him into the sky. Siegfried looked, and saw what he was talking about, all nine of the Nazgul were coming, the Wraith had gotten the rest of them.
"Go to the clock tower, I shall give you all the information you need about the swords." The man said, he took something from his pouch and tossed it at Siegfried's feet, it looked like a smaller version of the glass bottle he had before. He was about to ask what it was, when he looked up the man was gone.
The ball suddenly broke, a clear liquid came out, but it didn't fall to the ground, it began to engulf his arm, he tried to push it off but it started to engulf his other arm. His arms started to fill heavy, he was barely able to hold onto Requiem as it covered his entire body. The first of the Nazgul came low, it dived down, its claws open, ready crush Siegfried with its talons, but he couldn't move. Just as it was about to crash onto him, he sunk into the ground, everything going black.
Within seconds he rose out of the ground, out of the dark, onto a city street, the liquid quickly draining off of him. He fell to his knee, breathing hard, whatever the liquid was it had seemed to smother him. He looked around, seeing he was in some city, he didn't know which one, but it looked quite large. Ahead of him he saw a great clock tower, was that the place he was supposed to go? He regained himself and stood up. Whoever the golden eyed man was, he had information and he needed all the help he could get. He instantly started for the clock tower, Requiem held over his shoulder.