He took many heavy steps into the air of melancholy. Defeat awaited his arrival, in the form of what was once his sanctuary. Gravity snug his townspeople warm, for the dark sword had slain them. He smelled the mixtures of blood and soot– every glance was a nightmare befallen. He was in shock, that upon his return, over 200 of his kin's body parts were scattered and suspended in the fog of the Abyss. Like sin in solid form, holding the shells of his former lights hostage. Young Knight Artorias had experienced Magus's aftermath...and now he's sworn for a lifetime of revenge.