His home had long been covered in dust.
Like that perilous city named Kremnos, the man's past is equally veiled in shadows.
Only his infamy as the King-Slayer is recounted in echoes.
His immortal and woundless body barred all swords and blades, and also dispelled curiosity and peeking gaze.
Instead, look at his road, for that is the only way to scry into his fighting heart. He inflamed the path ahead with fire, and his road home…
Shall be paved in blood.