Ever forward, the cloaked figure shambled through the storm. Every flash of lightning reflected off his massive iron blade, and his metallic helmet. He had heard much about this land near the Castle Lokri. Sure it may have all been rumors and hearsay, but considering the nature of their world, there was always a chance that what was spoken wasn't mere fantasy. So even through storms, against mad men and hollows, of demons and monsters, the one known as Malakaus continued his journey. But this was not a quest he was on alone.

Near him was a woman, covered in a similar cloak to his own. Her eyes burned with a smoldering fire like a flame on it's last breath. She was Syndere. Without her Malakaus would not be on this journey, traveling to this far-flung end of no where looking for whispers and shadows. Because of her Syndere was able to keep Malakaus sane. Because of him, Malakaus was able to protect Syndere.

In the distance a small fire arose. Syndere smiled, but Malakaus readied his blade. Flames awaken when they birth new life. But that life could very well end their own if they weren't careful. Malakaus took the lead and continued towards the flame while Syndere followed at his heel, eager but also ready to fire. In her hand was a mere ember, awaiting the kindle it needs to become a roaring inferno. As Malakaus came closer to the fire he called out. [color=silver]"You! State your name and purpose here!"[/color] Another flash of lightning illuminated Malakaus' silhouette and the glint from his great machete.