"I see into unseen realms."

A blazing conflagration engulfed the once-revered center of the ancient continent's capital city, its flames rampaging mercilessly throughout the land.

"Discern whispers unheard."

War cries, imprecations, and laments for lost souls rang endlessly, carried by the wind as the invaders wreaked damage with brutal abandon.

"I share sorrows that go unspoken."

Infants and children screamed, cradled in their mothers' arms, a symphony of misery as desperate parents sought elusive refuge from the all-encompassing devastation.

"And challenge where others fail."

A fiery-haired kid stared unwaveringly at the oncoming torrent of horrific powers. A staunch assembly of men and women advanced with him with unyielding determination.

"I hunt the very terrors that haunt your dreams," spoke the Half-Elf, a tone both soft and resolute, his raised hand conjuring forth a legion of Undead to rally to his cause. "I chase the phantoms that bedevil even your sweetest reveries."

"Through shadows I stride, kindling the blaze of insight. I combat the beasts that imperil our realm, armed with unyielding might."

A colossal skeletal dragon descended before the Half-Elf, its regal mien dipped in homage. A gentle pat passed between the youth and the dragon's cranium before he mounted its sinewy spine, poised to wage battle alongside his spectral host.

With a single mighty thrust of its timeworn wings, the bone dragon surged skyward, issuing a triumphant roar that cleaved through the air. Its Master stood tall, a sword-edge upon its back, surveying the encroaching throng of fiends.

"In a world forgotten, my essence enduring…" intoned the Half-Elf, the dragon's maw parting to unleash its draconic fury.

"I shall illuminate the misguided path you tread!"