Godfrey stared at the Great Orc Chieftain, the monster that took his father's life, the being responsible for his mother's tears.
He grew up staring at that magnificent statue of his father. It felt like they communicated each time he stared at it, especially as he talked about how his day went. Seeing the Orc Chieftain, something flared up within him.
Who knew what became of his father's corpse? Was it burned? Torn to shreds? He had trained for one year all for this cause, all for that orc in the midst of that great army that filled the expanse like a colony of ants.
Everything between him and the orcs vanished from his sight. Eighteen years later, Godfrey stood face to face with his father's killer.
Activating Echo, golden armour manifested over his body, the final piece being Lament's helmet and a white cloak with the insignia of the sun.
A longsword manifested in his hand and his sclera turned black. His ocean-blue eyes turned into fierce golden ones, shining like mini suns.
