The dark cave from whence Arche came, today it was full of the dying shrieks of horrors as well as Raven's screams as he beat the visage of his so-called mother with his bare fists. Cracking skull with his knuckles, all busted and his body covered in blood, the hero wandered in a daze, striking everyone and everything that came in his way. From horrors of flesh to those of corporal form, today, they knew the contempt of the hero.
Carving his way through the tunnel, slaughtering the beasts and the monsters as he went, Raven found himself drenched in blood, and although his heavy eyes ached, he held from bawling his eyes out–for in that he saw defeat–something he could not afford not before his fist shattered through Nerva's face.
