Sabre stood where his friend, his only friend, stood. All that was left of them was a mindless being of darkness. He felt angry. Angry and the Elite Dark Guard for doing this to them, taking the only source of happiness in his miserable existence and making them into the one thing he feared the most. He remembered how he begged for the Elite to give them back to him, how desperate he was… but to no avail.

“Sabre…”

He was snapped out of his thoughts by an unfamiliar voice.