The heavy stone lid to his sarcophagus slid open, with a slight screech. Pale fingers, however without any decay, slipped between the cracks. Scantily clad, the only garments left to cover any percentage of his body was aged fabrics and spare golden adornments that he had been wearing, like armbands and wrist guards, when he was laid to rest.
His emerald green hair shifted with the sudden breeze of wind, as he stood up in his stone coffin.
An expansive and somber graveyard; damp and heavy with the stench of decay. Ancient tombstones littered the majority of the site. He could tell that it was no longer cared for, indicated by the mass of weeds and tall grass patched around him.
Realizing he had returned from death, he chuckled.
"Heh… hehe… hehehe…"
Even he knew the misfortune of his situation, being one of the few ever chosen, by a divinity, to protect an endangered era.
"Haha… I has't a choice but to fight now… f'r an faltering period?…"
He lifted his right leg up to leave his former burial, wasting no time to leave and see the new world.
"…What a lie this is."
His feet, covered in cloth wrappings and heavily designed gold plated pieces, hit the cold ground below.
He needed to determine where he was now, under the impression that an insurmountable amount of time had passed since his death, so long ago.