The harsh breeze of the night scratched his pale skin... He was standing on a balcony, on the uppermost levels of Janos's retreat, regarding the view. From this point he could see a great deal of Nosgoth's landscapes. He seemed to have a set stare... He was wandering in the labyrinths of his own mind, reaching his most bitter memories. However, he was watching carefully, at the same time... He could clearly see the pillars, despite the fact that they were not there any more. He was determined, yet calm. His reflections were clear...

"Given the choice whether to rule the corrupting, failing empire or to challenge the fate for another throw, a better throw against one’s destiny… What was a king to do? But does one ever truly have a choice? One can only match, move by move, the machinations of fate… And thus defy the tyrannous stars…!"