After a long walk, Chris thought he had lost track of the victorious army. After the blood bath battle, and he was about to give up on his pursuit to know that person that looked exactly like him, he saw a camp where the troops were resting. They were all washing their arms and bodies.
Suddenly, the troops all started gathering together to make a triangular arc display in their thousands. They all went down on their knees, and raised their swords, with their heads bowed to the ground.
"All hail the conqueror of all evil, the definition of life, and the true voice of sorcery and magic... The one who was born to conquer the curse in the great river of haydren, we hail thou!" These were the words of the whole troops.
Immediately all that was said, a tall man that looks exactly like Chris walked out. He was covered in black cloth, with his hair wet, dripping down his back.
His eyes were filled with terror, that no one dared look into them.
