Protection, loyalty, honor — What stands between a soldier and the line of fire, between them and the Hollows, the reasons they trade away their fleeting lives, are nothing but these soft syllables.

But what if... what we try to protect isn't worth protecting? What if those we serve don't deserve our loyalty, and the ideals we honor aren't truly honorable? Then sacrifice becomes a cruel joke, an insult to those who fell believing in a lie.

So let these flames of vengeance consume me, and me alone.

"Turning back? Now's far too late for that."
—A whisper echoes through the rising waves of Miasma