Within the pine forests, a young seeker sat before a tree with her blade across her lap. An empty gaze staring forth at the slowly dying wick of a candle as she lamented the loss of the keeper. She remembered the fiery initiate who refused to step down in battle, having to drag him from the ruins of Mori invasion. She remembered his offer to give her a place to feel welcome as she braved the world alone. "Salvation is no more, the titan shall fall." The seeker uttered the vow as she rose, the flame of the candle finally dying out as she would continue forth with her journey. Such was duty.