Beneath our combined might, the Lords of Cinder were felled like withered oak; indeed, this world is all but conquered save for the Soul of Cinder himself. In this time, in those battles, we spoke little, yet learned much. He like I has sought to break the cycle, and he like I, shall attain our freedom from this bleak realm. I speak of this not to flaunt my success, nor to indulge the need for acclaim; but to ensure that when the bitter Fate at last has his vengeance upon us, we joyous souls, you like I, will feel my agony.
Next: our first adventure. How I miss it.
