"If you're always worried about crushing the ants beneath you... you won't be able to walk."
He bears the Brand of Sacrifice, wandering the boundary between the physical and astral realms. Armed with a slab of iron too big to be called a sword—the DRAGONSLAYER—he wages a one-man war against fate, demons, and the God Hand.
This server stands as a monument to the struggler. It survives in the dark.