Hope.

Its what fueled him, what set him on his course as he rocketed down to earth from his Bridge Gate.

Every new world, was a chance.

As his dark green cloak fluttered wildly, as the wind lashed against his metal helmet, as the earth rose up to meet him in embracing arms. He took a moment, just a moment, as the sun gleamed off his falling armored body, as the clouds brushed past him, leaving streams in his wake, to appreciate his existence. He was duty-bound, as a Bridge-Pallade, He was one of many generations, all fulfilling the same great purpose, an honorable life to live. it was up to him and his people to discover and collect every Trinity Artifact

And there was a chance there was already one in this world.

As he snapped back to his thought, he noted that the ground had gotten pretty close now. He carefully leaned backward, adjusting his angle of landing. This was partially his favorite part of jumping the Bridge Gate. He unsheathed his claymore, gripping it with both hands and pointing it down

He was only a few thousand feet above the ground now, he braced himself for the landing, taking a sharp breath as he felt the aether flow through his veins. Magic was an incredibly useful way to prevent yourself from dying from a 30,000-foot fall after all.

Tendrils of violet and magenta slowly slipped from his gloves, wrapping around the blade like vines, flaking off rapidly as it solidified, causing a trail of purple dust to follow him like the tail of a shooting star

Then.

Impact

With a heavy crash, Maverion slammed into the ground, dirt and dust rising into dark clouds as a large crater formed from the impact.

Maverion rose slowly, the aether receeding from the blade into his body as he let out a heavy sigh, sheathing the claymore oncemore.

Taking a deep breath, he could feel the essence of an artifact in the air, its strange fragrance so minute that only a practiced Pallade could sense it

And with that, he climbed out of the crater, gazing out

Well, off to it!