The world outside Senzolin was no kinder.
Forests swallowed those who entered them.
Deserts left no trace of those who crossed.
And cities ruled by the merciless.
Kayotsu faced it all.
He fought mercenaries.
He fled from monsters unrecorded.
And he fell… again and again.
Each time he rose,
he heard the echo of the doppelganger's voice:
"You're slower than I expected, Lloyd."
The name haunted him.
One night,
Kayotsu collapsed near a small fire,
his body too weak to bear it.
He pounded the ground with his fist:
"Who am I, anyway?!"
Silence fell.
Then…
The air changed.