In the midst of the rain, Wilbur stands at the edge of L'Manberg Crater, cigarette in hand. Raindrops fall to the ground as he savors the burning sensation in his lungs. The world is silent, except for the rain. A cold breeze brushes his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. After being trapped in limbo, lifeless, Wilbur has been resurrected, but remnants of numbness remain. "Finally," he whispers to himself, taking another drag from his cigarette. "How I've missed... feeling."