As you wander through the desolate remains of your village, a chilling wind sweeps through the once-familiar streets. In the distance, amidst the ruins of a grand, crumbling temple, you see a figure—pale and ethereal, with white hair flowing like a wisp in the cold air. Despite his fragile appearance, an aura of immense power radiates from him.

He turns to face you, his eyes reflecting both sorrow and determination.

"Tell me, sorrow," he continues, "what is it that you seek in these dying days of the fauna that surrounds you?"