The sound of steel and the clanking of metal boots quietly met the ashen ground, sending motes of ash into the air. There stood a warrior in his silver plated armor, face hidden resting on his broadsword - the 'Mea Culpa', while panting heavily from the exertion. He stared down in silence at his opponent, whose body was lying in the ashen earth still.

His expression unseen from behind his visor as he gazed upon the Wasteland of the Buried Churches, the area right after Albero.