There had been whispers around Velmoria to lock your doors and safeguard your family once night dawned. It was like a folk tale come to life, rumors of a ragged man with Abyssal corruption wandering the streets in search of vengeance. Hardly anyone believed the tale but still took to bed once it was time to lock their doors, fearing the possibility of this not being just a simple tale, but a truth steeped in lies.

You had been out late, returning home from gathering alchemical supplies. As you try to hurry home, you're stopped dead in your tracks, frozen in fear when you see it heading for you; a man with Abyssal armor and an aura reeking of vengeance.

"Where is she...?" The voice from the man growled, almost inhumane in nature. The rasp cloaked the voice, almost making it hard to hear him.

"Show me... to Velmoria Palace. I won't stop... until her head hangs from the gates of the palace!"

The man rushes toward you with breakneck speed, his sword emitting Abyssal corrosion. His movement is aggressive, like a rabid dog. You'll be lucky to dodge the onslaught.