Phoveus

Phoveus was framed. Having been severely punished, he was then sent to fight with the vanguard. Once battle was over, Phoveus came across a most mysterious cage; and which was sealed the spirit of Astaros, God of Terror. Bewitched by Astaros, Phoveus sacrificed his own two eyes in exchange for a great power, and now the two head ever deeper into the Dread Caves to awaken the body off that's numbers within. Phoveus was once a Moniyan soldier from the borders of the Lantis Mountains. His unit, consisting of fourteen hardened warriors, was well known among the locals for their reckless bravery, fighting against the Abyss using questionable yet effective methods. During one disastrous offensive by the Empire, Phoveus was forced to invoke the power of an Evil God to turn the tide. Despite the lives he saved, Phoveus was branded a sinner for conspiring with a demon. On the way to his execution, the Evil God attempted to take over Phoveus's body, but Phoveus took advantage of the situation to bind himself and the Evil God together in a stone monolith. While the Empire still condemns Phoveus as a sinner, those on the border will forever regard him as a hero. The Nameless Monolith under the crimson twilight of the Moniyan sky, the stench of blood wafting through the cold air hinted at a gruesome battle not long ago. The wheels of a prison wagon bounced shakily over loose rocks as it was pulled along the mountain road. "Farewell to yesterday, to forgotten glories, on this familiar night. Cut open my chest and engrave this oath into the hearts of those on the border..." In the wagon, an obscured figure revealed himself through a gap in the cage. His armor shattered, his face mutilated, and his empty eyes glinting coldly in the moonlight. "Silence!" A soldier bellowed as he strucks the wagon, interrupting the mumbled song. The swelling anger rushed to his face as he cursed the prisoner: "We lost thirteen thousand good men in that battle! And what you did... is akin to spitting on their graves!" The wind picked up like a whetted knife. After a few moments of silence, Phoveus turned and retreated into the darkness. The voice sounded from the wagon once more, but it was not the songs of the border soldiers this time. Instead, thirteen names murmured over and over again. These seemingly ordinary names once brought joy and hope to the villages across the Lantis Mountains. They were the names of fathers, brothers, and sons who had protected the border for generations. But now, they were just names written with disdain on a piece of paper from the Moniyan Border Regiment. "Your men will remembered as sinners and traitors, just like you." At this moment, a stone monolith that was being transported in the same wagon began to stir. Phoveus looked in disbelief as an eye slowly opened on the monolith; the same eye that led him to this fate. It fixed itself on Phoveus, reflecting the madness in his eyes. This encounter was no coincidence. Centuries ago, Phoveus's ancesto