Prologue

It was over at last, but the casualities from the war had been heavy. Particularly, the man who had played a key role in the war, he had been hit badly. The war had claimed friends, many of which he had known for ages past, and family, all of which had been close to him.

A rumour which had circulated around was that the blow he took when he had lost friends and family almost broke him, and in the final clash, he went berserk. The troops had found him lying in a coma amongst the rubble, half dead from bloodloss.

The man had remained in that unconscious suspension for almost a month, before he mysteriously vanished from the hospital he had been warded at.

No one had known where the war hero had gone.

He had just... vanished. It was like he died and never existed.

The people who knew him, who loved him, were heartbroken. They searched for him, but never did they find him.

Weisz Eisenwolfe was gone.