“February Nineteenth, Institute of War, Eastern Outskirts;

My brother Valan and I, were contracted to guard the Institute's Eastern front. There were rumors of something approaching from there.

Void.

It was something from the void, according to the Summoners. Something that while dangerous, should pose little threat to two talented knights like Valan and I. We had our gear ready in an hour, and were hidden in the forest's edge before nightfall.”

“February Twenty-First, Institute of War, Eastern Outskirts;

Whatever it was, it came up on Valan in the night. We're trained warriors, dammit, how did he miss it?

That doesn't matter now. He's dead. Ashes. The only thing left of him was his sword and helmet, both crackling with a strange, violet energy.