War breeds hatred. Hatred breeds vengeance. Vengeance breeds bloodshed.

Having watched his entire village fall victim to the dastardly nature of war, he steps onto the battlefield seeking vengeance.

With a single swing, he splits the heaven and sunders the earth.

After a century of meaningless conflict, he stands victorious on the final battlefield, one step from completing his revenge. Standing atop the mountain of corpses, he suddenly realizes that his path of vengeance will not end with the death of his enemies. After having stained his hands with the blood of millions, he realizes that he is just as guilty as everyone else.

Giving up on his vengeance, his heart became light. Letting go of his hatred, his soul became free.

Setting an example for his fellow men, he hopes that they can do right what their ancestors did wrong. As he descends into exile to atone for his sins, he hopes that they can build a future where their descendants would be free from that wretched cycle.

A millennia later, he opens his eyes to a new world.