The battle has begun to rage within this vast, and seemingly infinite scape. I have once again, am reunited with war, and the feeling of violence, rage, and loss – all at once. The time that swiftly passes by me now are of struggle and strife, and a knowing that this darker cannot be stopped. I grow more weary with each passing day, but somehow I have found a way to feed off of the shadows which fight alongside me now – feeding off of their rage, feeding off of their hate. I have lost much throughout these eras, and I continue to lose more with each passing day – including my own strength, but in this darkness, I have stumbled across last lifelines of sorts – for somehow strength comes in knowing that an end is imminent. 

The armor that I am drenched in is like no other, for it was forged with a knowing of fearlessness in mind, built for the end of day’s. The shadowed blades which clash against mine, sparking shades of darkness across this battlefield prove to be of immense danger, yet even I am fascinated – for these weapons are of weapons of fate, weapons that seek to erase all that it meets with.

My will surely grow stronger, as the shadows which remain our side will surely decline in numbers as this fight wages on, for in victory or defeat, I know all to well that this war is not the end, and danger will surely escalate, just as it always does. For the more I lose my strength and sanity with each passing day, the darker the hours grow, closing in on it’s darkest desires, it’s darkest aspiration. For echo’s rage against us as well, and the shadows of such – for when their swords meet with us, it is pain that we have never dreamed of, an unbearable feeling that one seeks to run from – for eternity. But we no longer run now, for that times has long past. For though we may be busy walking towards our very end, we do so with the intent to make a permanent change, in mind.