The flame. It was burning brighter then ever. The bonfires were blazing with humanity. Every thing seemed perfect....But it was all wrong. The age of fire should have ended, but the chosen undead prolonged the flame. But the flame needed to end.
A man sat at a bonfire, staring at the flame is a burning hate. The age of darkness, no, the age of humans should be here. The flame needed to be dowsed, and he had made it his undead mission to put an end to it. The Man stood up and grabbed his broad sword. He was tall and lean, dressed in full Elite Knight armor. He had a sheathed Katana that he could switch to if needed, and a dragon crest sheild wrapped around his arm. "It ends now." He said as he walked. He was in the undead burg, searching for a way to destroy the chosen undead, and end the flame.