"Stella is in Gothic, Stella is in Gothic, that's what he said, she's here, I know she's here, why can't I remember?" Leon runs. He runs for days through the rubble of a broken district of Gothic City. Occasionally, he picks up a large chunk of concrete or a steel beam and tosses it aside to look under them for any possible sign of Stella. He has no luck. "Where are you, why am I looking for you, who are you, why do I care?!" Leon frantically interrogates of the air. Shouting is not nice. I do not care how, and I do not care what you know. Find her. Leon hears. He wants to object, but finds himself unable to, as his body appears to continue searching on its own. Leon watches, and he struggles with his lips, able to wrest control of them long enough to say "What are you?" I am you. I chose you to be reborn and fashioned you to my liking. But those cowards tried to manipulate you, that is why you have gone wrong. But fear not, I have repurposed them, and we will not be hindered again. The boy's body continues searching, doing nothing more than rearranging the destruction, until suddenly it stops entirely. It does nothing. The dichotomy of the calmness of Leon's body and the chaos of his mind would begin to tear him apart, but he hears once more the voice, as it says, accompanied by the voice of every former host of the Bloodstar echoing an ancient foreteller's words, words to which even the First had yet not dared to give credence...

The Last arrives, while the First is not awoken. So we shall die, and the worlds shall be broken. The shadows alone destroy and corrupt, as all's conclusion begins to erupt.....

Leon, you must change this. Even if it costs our life, we must save this place. You must allow me to awake. So find her. She will save me from this sleep. My followers will do the rest.