Kior

Holding on to your dying life in the burning flames, you desperately wanted revenge. A voice whispered in your ear, “Revenge? I can give you strength. Kill your enemies and dedicate their souls to me." You grasped his hand tightly. For your sick spouse. For your seven-year-old son who perished unaware. To avenge your family, burned by Teretian fanatics as ‘demon worshippers.’