He is wise and knows every route to take, he wheres a black cloak stained in blood. He grasps a staff with metal teeth clutching a large Sapphire sphere at the tip. A hood hides his head and face, he shuffles quietly through the forest at night, baring an azure frame, a necklace of skulls ropes his neck. He ventures alone with no one by his side, and all he does is walk, and walk, and walk...
