No one was aware that his soul had been liberated into the Marais des Cygnes when he saw the barbarism close up, when he heard the bullets pierce through the bodies of his own, but his own soul as well.

It was there, that he cried for the first time together with Humanity itself.

Whereas then, he was innocent and he spoke only for the good of the people, but he had never encountered barbarism itself in such a direct manner, he had never seen it eye to eye.

That’s how he saw those who departed.

That occurring, he happen to remain. 

And since it was an at-will task, he realized that he had to dedicate himself to this fight, because no one else would do it since the others had been killed. 

It was then, that he became a fighter, in order to fight at the front, without hiding, without backing off, without being afraid. 

He knew that the one who remained had to do everyone’s work.

It was metamorphosis that he felt inside him.

Then, he began to write his own destiny, which would be also that of all of the people, of all of the slaves, who had been torn apart for so many eons. 

He who remained at the Marais des Cygnes, left for his first mission into the vast world.