"The helpless and innocent had to be sacrificed to the dark being above. Now time has come for that being itself to be sacrificed for even greater purposes."
Martin stretched out his arm in the direction of Kilo Point and the grass bent to the sides to make room for a stone path to appear from the ground.
"Let us make a trip down memory lane, we will find what we need to know down there no doubt."
The path crawled erratically trough the hills. The wind had picked up and the scent of blood on the air had gotten stronger.
On the hills before Kilo Point was a forest of white chalky trees, at the end of that forest, on the last hill. Slumbered an armored monster, next to it's master's grave. The grave's tombstone was the crimson blade, there as if it never left.