Smoke rose from a small camp in the countryside; although, there was much more smoke than could ever have been produced by a campfire, or even several campfires in fact... Amongst the flames and smoke, dozens of men littered the ground, their bodies strewn across the campsite.

And there he stood, amongst the flames and bodies, Santis stood silently with his sword in hand, reflecting the light of the fires; mired in his own thoughts. This event marked Santis's return to the world. From this moment on, he would make his presence known to the world once more.

About 20 feet away, a white haired girl sat with her knee to her chest resting her head on her knee. She was obviously thinking much more deeply than the man. "Can... Can we go home now...?" she sighed as she looked around; the look in her eyes showed that she had seen this scene far to many times and was tired of it.