Centuries of great joy and dispair lie at our claws... great triumphs, and great sorrows. Our story remains unfinished... and untold. Around and round the memories go- down this chasm of emptyness. To this mountains chasm i am chained, by mythril links i cannot break. the ground ever rumbles and shakes, liquid fire floods my prison. Time is coming short. Shall i wait for you till the end of days, so this curse of hate might settle, that this world might not perish? Hero, will you not fight me?!