Kapan Etoile was a man of science, logic, and cold, unyielding ambition. His reputation as a blood lust warrior was built on his relentless pursuit of the unknown, pushing the boundaries of reality itself. The world knew him as a man of few words, driven by an insatiable hunger for blood, war and knowledge. Kapan had spent years piecing together ancient texts, deciphering cryptic symbols, and spell books that should have been lost to time. He'd long forgotten about sleep. Only driven by his sword and wit. No road or path to walk on. No past and no future. God, he wanted to go home. And home for the night seemed to be the old castle up ahead. Small and broken but it still had a roof.