There was a time after the base was destroyed when I felt like my purpose was gone. My other spirits didn't save me and my life was meaningless. But she appeared. I went to her cottage to kill her but was knocked out. When I woke up I couldn't move and just gave up and asked her to kill me, but she didn't. She gave me a new purpose and for once I had a friend again that showed me the way out of the crippling darkness. She showed me that magic can be used for good but I refused respectfully to learn. We would take strolls talking and life was good.
  One day I woke up uneasy and walked into the kitchen. I could see the worry on her face and she asked me what was wrong. I didn't know myself but managed to pour my cup of coffee and sit down. She tried to hide her worry and joined me.
  I blinked.

Blood covered the floor as I loomed over holding a sword I had never seen before. I instantly fell down in anguish on what had happened. A voice tauntingly said in my head "You left us to ROT! You know your purpose. Find, kill, repeat. What? you confused on who I am? you know me and I know you. Together we are one."



I put the glowing blue sword in my sheath and moved on.