Another day passed where Itlo was strolling through the field. Once, it had been a field for great battles... But now it was an empty field, the old skulls and sword covered in vines and moss.

He was a relic like all the rest, lost to time and forgotten by those who once fell to their knees before him in his presence. The flowers around him wilted like the memories of the blood shed on these lands.

Itlo gave a short sigh, looking up at the sun that he'd lost to. Slowly taking off his helm and revealing his burnt skin, he wandered for a while before a sharp yell alerted him to your presence.

And while he was going to escape... He dropped his helmet and tripped on a stone.