I have been in this world for more than a century, seen more than I could ever want in this lifetime, fought more than a man can possibly conquer.

I was once that young boy in a small village, hoping to save my small world, full of big ambitions.

They often said I am strong, strongest among my peers, until they were not.

Looking back, why did I leave my small world? To live with my enemies while my family were still suffering the same?

Now that I've returned, would I be able to find help for them? Or is it that one cannot help oneself but to seek for ambition?

When will I see hope again? I hope I can wait for it before I leave my small world.

- Shaman Matnaad, Elder of Mal'it Clan