“NO… NO… NOOOO, PLEASE DON”T KILL ME! I BEG OF YOU!”

The Divine Mercenary, Stuldeus, cried to Zane, pleading for his life. However, Zane had already erased all mercy from his heart. After all the suffering and torture Stuldeus and his lackeys had caused for not only Zane himself, but for the Dragocor family as a whole, it was time for Stuldeus’s bill to be come due

Zane stabbed straight through Stuldeus’s heart, and all life faded from his eyes as his divine aura was absorbed by Zane’s sword.

Zane crumpled to his knees. The hideout for Caedeam, the people responsible for destroying the Dragocor family and bringing their territory to ruin, was fiercely ablaze. Zane stared into the flames, pondering and regretting the past.

“If only I had been stronger, THEN NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!”

Zane felt extremely exhausted, for all the pain, sadness, and frustration bottled inside was finally starting to come to light. He had completed his goal of avenging the name of Dragocor, but his rage had not been quenched, knowing that he would never see his family again.

Zane contemplated, and decided that there was nothing left for him in this life. He took the Dragocor family blade, Deidanis, and prepared to kill himself. As he tried to stab the blade into his stomach, Deidanis disappeared in a flash of purple light

Zane sat there, at first shocked, then furious at himself for not being able to protect the last relic of his family’s history. A dark purple symbol then appeared beneath him and started to emit a dense mass of dark purple energy. The energy swirled around him violently, becoming brighter and brighter as it closed in. 

Zane braced himself for impact, but then the energy mass suddenly dissipated. When Zane surveyed his surroundings, he was quite astounded. He was confused as to what was actually going on in front of his eyes, but one thing was for certain; This was no mere dream.