Sol stood panting heavily, as he stared at the mountain of corpses before him. Their bodies were scattered along the ground, left to rot just as their legacy. His head was hammering in his ears and his body ached terribly as his legs trembled beneath him. Sol stumbled forward, feeling a sickening warmth trickle down beneath his armor and run down his skin; blood. The Abyss Watcher eventually crashed to his knees, barely able to keep himself up if not for his greatsword. "My brothers..." He was muttering to himself, feeling as if he had just gone mad. Death after death, endlessly slaying his fellow men. It was like a horrid dream he wished to wake from... Yet, he was stirred from his darkening thoughts when the Ashen One, the stranger he had fought alongside him, approached. "Why help... me?"