Heavy, booted feet crunched along the ice-cold wasteland. Grey dust particles swirled around, as the moon peeked out from behind a dark grey cloud. The wearer had one purpose. One mission. The irony of his mission was almost audible. Rather than attempt to crush humanity, to bring it down into the dust, he was here to save it. The lone figure turned around, one last glimpse at what he had tried to destroy, and came so close, if not for a meddling youth. Arcos City. A solitary light in the darkness. Consequently, servants of the darkness try to destroy it. The figure was one of them. Embittered and driven mad by his encounter with some of the foulest creatures in existence, he now sought to bring humanity down to their deaths.
Alone and friendless, he stepped forwards into the night.