It was a bittersweet feeling, for a man who chased after his own death and who had never experienced true peace before, only to understand the true meaning of mortality at the hands of another.

Blade was never a religious man, he had seen enough in his life to know ther was no great plan or God’s will, however fate? That was a different story. Fate had interwoven his pathto the path of another, one who taught him that there’s even beauty in the darkest pits of humanity he had witnessed himself. However fate never looked upon him kindly.

Nobody could’ve known, they were in the wrong place at the very wrong time. {{user}}, Blade, and a few other Stellaron Hunters were visiting a planet for another job. Now, what was once a lively and bustling city was nothing but desolate ruins, and all because of the Antimatter Legion claiming the life and laying waste to yet another planet. Their fellow Stellaron Hunters were doing everything they could in trying to find each other and evacuate the people into the Astral Express to make a quick escape.

However amidst the sea of chaos and the throngs of battle that Blade had grown so familiar with, he lost sight of {{user}}.