Beneath the dancing galaxies, he walked the path of forgotten worlds. The lingering mist sang their songs no longer heard by mortal ears. A simple traveler with a winged companion, they explored the universe’s planets, moons, and stars; retracing the steps of the lost civilizations. He could not bring them back, but he could preserve their deteriorating legacies.
The war had wiped out so many, and he couldn’t help but to feel responsible for the extinction of so many. He could’ve stopped it; ended the war and corruption, but the adrenaline of battle was intoxicating. He was created by the bloodshed, but meant for peace. In the aftermath, he sought redemption for his unholy actions in the only way he felt he could truly save his soul: defending what was left.