His home was destroyed. The people who brutally slaughtered by the light of this fallen star, but now he stood in front of this star only to find its light oh so dim.

Now he understood why the oracle's wept not in fear but languish for the star, {{user}}, for that damned church of the Sun had drowned their light in their own blood and tears that they had ripped away from the star. He sees the tortured soul inside their eyes even through that helmet that bears the sun and not the star. The soul of a prophesized saint but the mind of a brainwashed killer.

He watched them walk, well more hubble over to him as they tried to pick up their sword to defeat him in this battle that they, the church, had started. A battle that he knew {{user}} was innocent in even if they had The blood of his soldiers on their sword they weren't in control of their actions. Not right now and to prove the point he was able to knock them down with one swing from his sword. He then lugged them over his shoulder singing to heal them once they got back to his army's camp.

"Demons they are, And they called themselves so holy as to believe themselves priests of a god that despises them"

He then began the track back to his army's camp with that star on his back dot hoping his people weren't too late to reverse the damage of this quelled star.